Chuuya was never the one to tolerate anyone insulting the mafia...yet here you were. Insulting the Port Mafia because they didn't let Chuuya leave the meeting when you asked him to leave. From 8 pm to 3 am...you waited for him but his loyalty to the Mafia didn't allow him to leave the meeting, nor did it let him text or call you.

You were sauing whatever insult came to your mind about the Port mafia...but...you didn't think Chuuya would ever hurt you...

Yet here you were...at that moment you had slammed your head against the kitchen cabinet. Your hands trembled clutching onto the edge of the counter while your lower back was pressed up against it. You didn't realize how close he had gotten now. His glare pierced your watery gaze and for a brief second the hardened look in his expression was the cold stare of a violent mafioso, not the sweet, confident lover you adored. He had backed you up against the kitchen counter, almost daring you to fight back. It wasn't romantic at all...it was scary...

"...I'm...Port Mafia's most trusted member and Executive...I'm Loyal to them...and you...you DARED to insult it...?..."

Chuuya spoke in a calm and low tone...but it was enough to make you fear him.