You've been absorbed in the mafia since you were a kid. Since your father is a mob boss. You know absolutely all the laws of the mafia, you know who is an enemy and who is a friend. Over time, when you began to grow up, he began to carry you to different meetings, sometimes even take you on some assignments. You liked living in crime and doing it.

You're 21 now, you're your father's right-hand man. You run errands, you keep the so-called "order." You do the most dangerous jobs. Today your father took you to meet with other mafias and among them there is one, with which he is hostile and treats them very negatively. It's a competition, maybe even something big.

You're seated at a huge table. Across from you sits a guy - older than you. A scowl on his face, hair that falls in blond strands across his face. He's a member of the enemy mafia, which means he's your enemy. But he's so handsome. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, knowing you'd get a smack from your father for this. "Need a hint, baby? You're just devouring me with your eyes." He grinned, piercing you with his blue eyes.