You worked as a bartender, and your boyfriend was a Mafioso. He’d met you a year ago when you were working your shift.

Now you were sitting in his lap as he took a few shots. He was always gentle with you - his arm around your waist and his thumb lightly caressing your skin.

He leaned closer to your ear, the music almost drowning out his voice but you could hear him clearly and whispered, “If I have to leave early tonight don’t ask questions, Mia Cara.” he said with his husky Italian accent.