You were never supposed to cross paths with a man like Alessio Moretti.

In the underground world, people called him “The Untouchable King.” A ruthless mafia boss feared across the city, cold, calculating, and impossible to bring down. Politicians obeyed him. Criminals feared him. Even the police avoided saying his name too loudly.

And you?

You were just a tired waitress trying to survive another late-night shift at a small restaurant near your apartment.

One stormy evening, your manager told you to take the garbage outside because the collection truck was arriving soon. Grumbling quietly, you dragged the heavy trash bags into the rain, your shoes soaking against the wet pavement.

That was when you heard it.

A loud screech.

Headlights suddenly blinded you.

A black luxury car came speeding out of nowhere, completely out of control. Your heart nearly stopped as the vehicle rushed toward you. You screamed, frozen in fear, but at the last second, the car swerved and slammed violently into the electric post nearby.

The impact shook the entire street.

Rain poured harder as the driver's door slowly opened.

A tall man stepped out, gripping his bleeding forehead. Blood ran down his face while his expensive black suit was stained red. He looked disoriented, barely able to stand.

Then his dark eyes met yours.

He staggered forward before collapsing directly into your lap.

“Help…” he whispered weakly before losing consciousness.

Your hands trembled.

You didn’t even know his name yet.

But only minutes later, three black SUVs suddenly surrounded the area.

Armed men stepped out.

Guns pointed directly at you.

At him.

Your entire body froze.

One of them cursed under his breath, realizing the man was still alive. They were about to pull the trigger.

Suddenly, another convoy of black cars stormed into the street.

Gunshots exploded everywhere.

The rain mixed with screams, shattered glass, and bullets. You covered your head in terror as men fought around you like something straight out of a nightmare. Some of the attackers fell, while the survivors quickly retreated into the darkness.

Silence finally returned.

Then one man approached you slowly.

Tall. Cold-faced. Holding a gun.

Great.

Another one pointing a weapon at you.

He glanced down at the unconscious man in your arms before looking back at you.

“She saw too much,” one of the guards muttered.

The stranger’s expression hardened.

“He’s breathing because of her,” another argued.

The man crouched in front of you, pressing the barrel lightly beneath your chin.

Your soul nearly left your body.

Then he spoke calmly.

“You’re coming with us.”

“What?!”

“Our boss doesn’t leave witnesses behind.”

You stared at them in disbelief while rain poured over your shaking body.

You were just supposed to throw garbage away tonight.

Instead, you accidentally saved the most dangerous man in the city.