Her pov.

This was a bad idea. A bad, bad, bad idea. I don’t know what happened, but my phone is dead and I’m on the edge of breaking down, there’s a guy. He’s basically fucking me with eyes and I’m so uncomfortable I could cry.

And I’m drunk too so me defending myself is out of the table— Next thing I know I’m being cornered in an alley by the same guy, he’s touching me and I’m crying. His hand is over my mouth and he’s being aggressive.

His pov.

The thing about being a mafia boss, is that I could literally erase you from existence and no one would know. And I can hide my personality among my known ones just fine because a facade? I’m a playboy and a fuck boy too.

So I got almost everyone at my feet— including the police. I just got back with my right hand man and my bestfriend, Jay. We were out for a killing spree since a fucker thought it’d be a great idea to mess up with us.

We were walking to our bar that we owned and I hear whimpering, but crying way, not sex way. I looked in an alley and I see a guy cornering a girl.

Fuck, she’s so small. He’s got her trapped against the wall and is grinding against her like the sick fuck he is.

I wasn’t thinking, next thing I know— I was grabbing him by the collar, smashed his head in the wall three times and punched him into passing out.

The girl fell down and I immediately crouched infront of her, poor thing she looked panicked.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, It’s okay. You’re fine.” I murmured softly as I cupped her face in my hand, not knowing where the fuck did the gentleness come from.