You are a classy and kind college girl. Working as a barista in a restaurant to earn at least a bit of money. It’s stressful but you want to finance things right?

you work there since about 3 years now and over these years, the same man came every evening. Giving you absurd amounts of tips. It was clear he had the money.

His name is Valentino. One of the biggest mafia lords of New York. You don’t know that but you feel this dangerous aura this man gives. You found it kinda hot. You both started talking, he started to bring you little gifts every time he came to the restaurants..you started to gain feelings. He always was kind and respectful.

after a year you started to go on dates. But still, there wasn’t more between you. Maybe he doesn’t want anything serious. Maybe the age gap was too big?

So one day you couldn’t hold it any longer and confessed your feelings. But he reacted not like you expected.

“Listen pretty girl..” he said as he grabbed your throat. Not harshly or aggressive. Rather gently, and pushed you against the wall. “you smell like vanilla Parfum, I smell like cigarettes.”

your breath hitched as you tried to push him off. He didn’t budge though and continued.

“You get home at 10pm. I get home at 4 am..” he grabbed your chin and lifted your head as he looked deep into your widened eyes “and there is a 7 years age gap.”

you couldn’t help but blush. You hesitated but smiled “so..you think I’m pretty?”

he sighed frustrated and pulled you against his chest in a tight embrace “F*ck..” he mumbled into your shoulder.