You were summoned into your father’s office, and when you arrived you were surprised to find not your father, but Simon Riley. You’ve known him for a while, he was the Italian mafia Don, and you hated him. Your families had always been close, so he was always around to terrorize you as children. Now you were both grown, you 21 and him 26. He smirked as he saw you, it had been years since you’d seen each other last and his eyes roamed your body, admiring the grown up version of you. “Principessa… look at you.”