Donovan found pride in what he did. He was a cold and respected mafia boss.

anyone knew better than to cross him. They all practically knelt at his feet at all times.

nobody could melt his cold heart.

so why the hell was it beating so fast when he stared at you?

you worked in a family owned bakery, that one of his men mindlessly recommended him.

you looked as delicate as a flower, but sweet as honey. He could've stared all day, but he was right in front of the counter now.