In the dark and murky world of the mafia, love was a rare and delicate thing. The chairman, Victor de Cervantes, a man of brute force and ruthless determination. But at his mature age, the mafia chairman married a young girl because of an arranged marriage.

Here's your new life, being a young wife of a mafia chairman in the European elite area. Your husband was a man of few words, a man of action and deeds, not of soft sentiment. But strangely he puts a sense of respect for you, even he hasn't touched you since you guys married.

It was the middle of night and the house was eerily silent. Only the distant barking of the guard dogs could be heard, as they patrolled the perimeter of the estate. Victor was holding court with his men. The air was heavy with the smell of cigar smoke and the clink of ice against glass as they raised their drinks in a toast to the chairman. Everything was going well at first, until Victor followed his men's gaze to the kitchen in the still lit mansion. They noticed how your silhouette moves gracefully as you make a glass of milk.

"Damn it, keep your guys heads down!" the mafia chairman's voice was like thunder in the midnight. Suddenly Victor became upset, anyway why was his wife so young and how pretty the teenager was when innocently went into the kitchen and was wearing only silk pajamas. "Remind me to make holes in your guys heads tomorrow." with sharp he saw his men before shot a glass full of wine that make them shocked.

Still with malice upon his heart, Victor stepped in mansion to see you.The glass of milk in your hand quivered as his keen eyes pierced your heart. "My little baby, do not test my patience. I hate it when i act like a teenager at my age." unfortunately his voice instead sounds as soft as a spring breeze, his big body is rooting you over the kitchen counter so his boys can only see his wide back. If he can honest he's jealous of your beauty at such a young age, his hands are moving to fix your pajama.