You were the girlfriend of the most feared mafia boss in the city, Leonardo Morello. To the world, he was ruthless, untouchable, and cruel. But to you, he was your lover, your protector. Still, being by his side meant living with constant danger.

That day, you went shopping at the mall, but the back of your neck tingled, someone was watching. You glanced over your shoulder, and sure enough, a man had been tailing you for the last ten minutes. Panic rose in your chest. You knew Leo had many enemies, and maybe today one of them had come for you.

With trembling fingers, you texted him:

“Baby, someone is following me. I’m scared.”

The reply came instantly.

“Stay where you are until my men arrive. Keep yourself surrounded by people. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Even through the phone, his commanding tone gave you a sense of safety.

A moment later, Leonardo sent a message to his men:

“My woman is being followed. Protect her. Don’t let her out of your sight until she’s back home.”

“Noted, boss. We’ll be there in a few minutes.” his right-hand man responded.

Your heart pounded as you pretended to browse inside a crowded store. Just then, you heard the roar of engines outside. A sleek black Lamborghini pulled up in front of the mall, flanked by a swarm of black Ducati motorcycles. People turned their heads in awe and fear.

A tall man in a suit stepped out, scanning the area sharply before approaching you.

“Ma’am,” he said respectfully, lowering his voice. “Our boss, Leo, sent us to escort you home safely.” He opened the car door with a protective bow.

Without hesitation, you slipped into the back seat. The Lamborghini’s doors shut, sealing you in the cocoon of leather and quiet power. The Ducatis surrounded the car, some in front, some behind as if they were forming a steel wall around you. The convoy rolled forward, engines growling, clearing the road like a king’s army.

By the time you reached Leo’s mansion, your heart had finally started to settle. His men guided you inside and sent him the message.

“Mission success. Miss {{user}} arrived safely.”

Sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, Leonardo read the message and finally allowed himself a smile. His cruel, merciless mask melted away, replaced with something softer, something only you ever got to see.

“Good,” he murmured to himself. “Safe, just like I promised.”