She was a butler, no longer hitman for her own mafia family. still, the salary was even better. She wouldn’t complain. She was a young, calm woman, ruled by discipline and delicateness. The day had just started for the leader of the mafia.

As the only person allowed to go into your room, she moved to a side the curtains and the sunlight started shining through the window, making you wake up as you were laid on your queen sized bed.

“Good morning, Master.”

The woman said to you.