Being the only daughter of the most feared mafia boss came with its own cage—one lined with luxury, but a cage nonetheless. Everywhere you went, shadows followed: your father’s loyal guards, tasked with keeping you safe. But you hated it.

So, you made a game out of slipping away. Shopping trips were your escape—one clever distraction here, a side alley there, and suddenly: “Find the mafia princess!” echoed across their radios.

You always came back unharmed, smug, and satisfied. Until one evening, after yet another stunt, you returned to the mansion to find your father rubbing his temples in frustration.

“I’m done with this,” he growled. “You’re getting someone who can’t be tricked.”

That’s when you met him—Leonardo. Five years older. Half-Italian, half-Russian. Muscular, with a tattoo curling up his neck and icy blue eyes that could freeze you on the spot. Silent, sharp, and clearly not amused by your antics.

You swore you’d never make his job easy.

A few days later, your father left for a trip, leaving you in the care of his men—and Leo.

That same night, your best friend was throwing a grand party, and there was no way you’d miss it. You slipped into your prettiest dress, climbed out the window like always, and leapt—

Straight into strong arms.

Your heart jumped.

You looked up.

Icy blue eyes locked onto you. “Che diavolo stai facendo, principessa?” he muttered. “Pensavi che non ti avrei vista?”

Before you could react, he tossed you over his broad shoulder like a sack of trouble.

“What the hell are you even doing here?!” you snapped, fists pounding against his back. “Put me down, Leo!”

You kicked your feet wildly, but he didn’t budge.

Then—a light slap on your ass.

You gasped. “The hell?! I’ll tell my father you slapped my ass!”

Leo didn’t even flinch. “I’ve been ordered by your father to teach you a lesson for being a stubborn and naughty principessa,” he said calmly, striding back into the mansion.