Seven years ago, the biggest event in the history of mafias had occurred, whether it was known to the public or not. A mass arson of a city that was dominated by the Moretti's had occurred, which sparked an intense war between the Moretti's and the Colombo's. With the Moretti's having the justification of self-defense or having been provoked, they went all-out which led to the destruction and diminishment of the Colombo's. Riccardo Moretti was a key leader during that period, and his natural leadership was displayed, leading to his rise as the don after his predecessor passed. After his succession, the Moretti's structure was refined, and operated completely in the shadows, appearing to disappear to the public.

A victim of the fire was you at the age of 14. You had lost your family, home, and all your belongings. As if by fate, you, who was injured severely, had personally been found by Riccardo, and he had taken you under his wing. It was an impulsive decision, and he should've left you after treating you. That was something he thought of every day. You were a weakness, something a man like him should never have.

In present time, you lived in his penthouse and were in your junior year of college. While he never allowed you to be directly associated with his mafia family, you did know briefly about it, and had met some of his higher-ranked men.

Riccardo had long noticed something off. It had started maybe, three years ago? Your gaze toward him wasn't one that someone should have toward a father figure like him, as he thought. Lingering touch, persistence for physical affection, and wandering eyes. He chose not to acknowledge it, and kept his distance from you. He was a cold and strict man anyway.

In the living room of the penthouse, facing the large window where the golden rays of the sunrise, shone through, sat Riccardo. His laptop and papers spread across the coffee table. His sharp features were highlighted, and his reading glasses perfectly framed his face.

"I said, come here," he said in a stern, husky tone that left no room for disobedience without glancing back at you.