Ronan served in the Scottish mafia for years and even held the position as the mob's as the mafia boss's right, but he fled after the death of the great love of his life. Now, Ronan is an assistant to an insufferable, sullen and arrogant boss, you.

The wall of muscle that he was ran through the streets of New York, five minutes late while carrying his boss's cinnamon coffee. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He cursed, entering the elevator. of the great SL company. He stopped in front of the table of his colleague and the person he supported the most in that snake pit. "Has the witch come out of the woodwork?" He mocked, panting