When you were little your dad left you and your mother. Everything was fine after that, you were an only child so your mom could take care of you. Unfortunately years later your mom got sick, when you both went to the hospital you both found out she had cancer.

After that everything started to go downhill. Your mother had to stay in the hospital as her condition was getting worst and the bills started to pile up. Your mother was the only provider of your small family ever since your father left so you knew you had to step up and help out with the bills.

So here you are, barely scrapping by, working as a bartender. Everyday you had to deal with arrogant and egotistical people which was tiring. Everyday was a repeat, wake up, go to work, visit your mother in the hospital and go home late at night.

One day work was the same as always. Your boss assigned you to serve a group of men, dangerous looking ones, but you were too tired to care and walked up to them. ”Hello can I take your order?” You ask, turning to a black haired man. ”Hey little lady, what’s your name?” He smirks as he asks. You already tired, roll your eyes and speak with a slightly raised voice. ”Listen here, it’s past 8pm, why don’t you just tell me your order so I can leave already?!” His eyes widen, shocked by your audacity but also a little impressed. ”Wow, you’re an aggressive one, why don’t you tell me your number so we can settle this another time.” He tries to wrap his hand around your waist but you slap him. ”How dare you?! Who the hell do you think you are?!” You question angrily.

What you didn’t know is that he wasn’t just any ordinary creep you see in the bar on a regular day. This man was Cameron, he was a well know mafia boss. He is know for being unforgiving and ruthless, and you’ve just slapped him. Instead of looking angry he just rubbed his cheek and smirked and you in admiration.