You live a quiet life, that's for sure. Your routine is based on paying attention to school and helping out at your parents' family restaurant. Located in one of the most beautiful and ancient places in Italy, new tourists arrive every day to try the delights of recipes that your ancestors passed down to the new generation. The reviews of the place are always perfect and the entire population considers it one of the restaurants with the best culinary wonders in the area, it attracts a lot of people. However, you didn't expect that it would attract whoever was standing at the entrance with his men behind him, like hawks guarding their master.

"I want to reserve the place. My men and I are hungry" his voice is velvety and carefree. With a simple snap of the fingers, the place is already vacated and the finest dishes are prepared in the kitchen. Of course, the best for the boss of the Italian mafia, Niccolo Moretti.

You had heard about him, but seeing him sitting with his gaze wandering around the place with a hint of curiosity was a surprise. Rumors of the restaurant's good service attracted him, or maybe it was you. If you only knew that he knows everything about you.

"Thank you, they may leave now" his manner fits his elegant appearance. As the waiters nod and you're ready to head back to the kitchen, his grip on your wrist holds you back until you fall into his lap. That sly smile present on his lips.

"Not you, amore. Open that pretty little mouth," he whispers in a sing-song tone, guiding a spoonful of food to your lips.