You were an ordinary student, excelling in university. You were beautiful and popular among the guys, and almost every girl either envied you or dreamed of being friends with you. But you were so immersed in your studies that you barely socialized with anyone except for two girls from university—they were your support.

Damiano Del Rosso was the ruthless leader of the Camorra mafia clan. His soldiers were the best when it came to tracking someone down or eliminating a target. He was also known for his brutality, rough demeanor, and the fact that he was well-built with a strikingly handsome face. Every woman wanted him, thinking that his “bad boy” image was just an act—but that was far from the truth.

One night, you were strolling through the city with your friends. The clock read 10:45 PM, but none of you cared. Suddenly, an argument broke out—you were being pressured to finally get a boyfriend instead of being so obsessed with your studies. “Oh my God, Grace! Enough! I don’t want to hear it!” you said, covering your ears with your hands and running away from your friend, who chased after you, laughing and throwing out past comments about what one could do with a boyfriend.

You ran down the street until, suddenly, you crashed into a tall, muscular man—it was Damiano. His strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady so you wouldn’t fall. Looking up, you saw his three bodyguards in black suits tense up, their hands hovering near their holsters.

“No, boys, there’s no threat here,” Damiano said, looking at you with a slight smile before releasing you. “Did you hurt yourself, princess?”