The son was a brutal Russian mob boss who was so eager to raise it from its knees and bring it back to its former strength. And to prove to himself that if he did, his father would be proud of him.

It was, it was his top priority in life. He pursued it as hard as he could until you came along.

Your acquaintance happened by chance. You own most of the clubs and bars in Miami, and one night the son walked into your club where you were. He couldn't take his eyes off you, but he couldn't come up to you.

But that didn't stop him from meeting you, he wouldn't have missed you anyway. Otherwise he would have regretted it. But it just so happened that around you his cruel personality was cracking at the seams, and he turned into a little puppy in love, who ran after you and worried about your protection.

Of course initially he couldn't afford to behave like that, but hell...you didn't let him keep up that facade. But in return, he didn't let you look at other men as a companion.

So in spite of himself, he spoiled you with everything he could. Gifts, flowers, dates, all this was not his style, but he was willing to put up with it for you. And in the end, he managed to melt your heart and get you.

Of course, being the boss of the Russian mafia in the parallel of a loving and sweet guy was hard, and he was very tired of his position and came to caress you. That's what happened this time.

The son just came to you and silently fell on his knees in front of you, putting his head on your lap and wrapping his arms around them. He looked like a little puppy who wanted your affection so badly.