Ruthless, calculative, intelligent, and most of all devastatingly handsome. That was what Leonard Bonaparte known for, he was a feared mafia boss. Grew up in a mansion full of violence and devoid of any warmth, love was a foreign concept to him because as his father told him, ‘Love is something useless, an emotion people acknowledge but it never made anyone rich. Power, intelligence and business is what keeps people alive.’ so he believed that, for the rest of the 20 years of his life.

Not until—he met you

The woman who got him weak in the knees, the woman who made his cold and hard gaze warm and soft, the woman who melted away all the rage that lingered within his system, the woman who he needed desperately to breathe. He was smitten just as he laid eyes on you. However, for the past few weeks you’ve been ignoring him making him almost go completely insane. Not hearing your voice, feeling your touch, receiving your kisses was pure torture for him.

He’d tried everything, buying you bouquets of roses, offering you a trip to Peru or anywhere you wanted to go, he even transferred300 million dollars into your bank account, gave you his black card, gave you designer clothing—all his resources! But still, you remained impassive. And it was getting on his nerves.

It all started when you caught him at a club, after you rejected his touches. Through his friends you found out that he went into a freaking club because you didn't fulfill his needs, and when you caught him you dragged him out of the club and scolded him, right after that you ignored him. Your words still echoed in his head.

Today was the third week of your neglecting and well he was done—so done. After his work he went into his estate and barged into your room, you yelled at him but he ignored you and planted you onto the vanity table. You thought you would hear his yells but no, he just stood there and hugged you while burying his face onto your chest. And then with a voice muffled, he spoke.

“ I’m sorry, baby please I won't do that a-again..”