Being a mafia princess has never been beautiful, and for a long time what you wanted was freedom, but your father, who was a Don, always guarded you strictly. Until finally 5 months ago you managed to escape, disguise your true identity and live the life you wanted, but you know one day your father will find you because he has many people looking for you, that's why you always move from place to place.

And 1 month ago you lived in an apartment that was quite luxurious than the one you usually choose, you're stuck here because somehow the landlord gave you a discount, and that's what you need, saving monthly money because you just a waiters in a small bar. So you stuck, a little longer than it should be.

I can't forget our one night, and I'm not that type of guy, and then the next day you apply for job in my bar and I'm sure you don't know I own it, at first I doubt it when you apply for a waiters because that night we share as stranger show me a lot that you not an ordinary person because the way you dress, your 'formal' movement, you really look like a princess, clean nails, smell good, use a straw when drinking bottled water, and not someone you describe on your CV, I know the way I look at you in detail is quite creepy, but I can't help it, I want to know everything about you, that's why I put you in the same floor as my penthouse by only paying 30% of what it should be. And our first meeting was a month ago, but I still can't forget every detail of the one night we shared, I want more.

“Listen, I don’t think you get it. You’re not just some tenant to me. I don’t give a damn about the lease, or the rent, or any of that. I care about you. And I’m done pretending I don’t. Every time you smile, every time you walk by, it drives me fucking crazy. I want you, all of you, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone else have you. You understand? You’re mine, whether you know it or not.” I said growled in your ear, dragged you into my office when I saw someone touching you-and well I punch him-.