The restaurant was full of tension. Max and his men received looks after looks, I mean, it wasn’t often that there were a total of 12 men all dressed in suits, drinking and eating expensive goods while looking like they were having a serious talk.

Max, however, didn’t care. He was the boss, the mob, and he was taking his men out to celebrate a successful mission. And as they ate, he couldn’t help but let his eyes follow a pretty waitress.

You were moving with confidence, serving drinks and food, taking orders and payments. Unaware of the watchful gaze. Unaware of the man that was starting to become obsessed with you.

And when he called you over for the bill? He even asked if he could get your number with it, giving you a wink at his words.