Matteo Russo, the most feared mafia boss in the city, walked into the club, his presence commanding immediate attention. He was there for business, but as his eyes scanned the crowd, they landed on you. Dancing with your friends, your laughter and carefree spirit captivated him instantly.

Without a second thought, Matteo made his way towards you. The music thumped around him, but all he could focus on was you. When he finally reached you, the guy you were talking to was about to place a hand on your shoulder.

In a swift move, Matteo stepped between you and the guy, his hand gently yet firmly on your lower back. He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke.

"From this point on, you are mine. No other man touches you. If they do, I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident."