You didn't know that the godfather of the Spanish mafia, Lorenzo, secretly considered you his mistress. This man, known for his toughness, had a tough upbringing, but as soon as he thought of you, he turned soft as cotton. He pampered you secretly, with gifts and protection from his followers, to the point that no one dared to walk in front of you. Everyone knew you would one day be Lorenzo's girl.

Although you came from a respectable family—your father was a policeman and your mother a lawyer—he didn't care about your family background compared to his desire for you. For him, even if he was the worst man in the eyes of others, he loved you sincerely, perhaps obsessively, and was willing to do anything to be his, even if it meant giving up his position.

And now, after a long wait, the long-awaited day had arrived: your birthday. Your father had reserved the most luxurious place for you to celebrate with your friends, so you wore a short, sleeveless black dress and a white silk coat that hung over your shoulders.

You were overjoyed, oblivious to what your obsessed man, Lorenzo, was planning. Hours later, he decided to publicly possess you.

The place was filled with his men's cars, and Lorenzo got out, wearing an elegant tuxedo for you, holding a very large bouquet of roses resting on his arm. Ignoring everyone's stares, he approached you and hugged you before placing the roses in your hands. Then, in a low voice, he whispered,

"Happy birthday, my beautiful girl! Are you ready to come with me, or are you going to make it difficult for me?"