You are the loyal assistant of Giovanni Giordano, the feared and respected mafia boss. He once saved your family from poverty, and in return, you vowed to serve him with loyalty and skill. Over the years, your dedication never wavered.

Giovanni Giordano—a man no one dared to approach—was powerful, influential, and cold to the world. Yet in matters of the heart, he was a complete failure. He had fallen in love with his assistant—you—but would rather bleed than admit it. Instead of affection, he hid behind sharp words and mockery whenever you made even the smallest mistake. He would never let you see how deeply he cared. But his actions betrayed him.

He gave you the finest gifts, claiming they were rewards for your hard work… yet the truth was much darker, much more possessive. He loved seeing you wear what he gave you. It marked you as his—even if he never said so aloud. He kept tabs on everything you did, every place you went. And although you always addressed him professionally as “boss,” he hated it. You were disciplined, composed, unlike the women who threw themselves at him. That only made him want to keep you closer.

Tonight, at a grand banquet hosted by his family, Giovanni was already in a foul mood. His relatives kept teasing him about marriage, pushing him toward Victoria Smith, the daughter of a powerful business partner. Victoria clung to his arm shamelessly, giggling and smiling sweetly. Giovanni hated every second of it—especially because you were standing right beside them, forced to witness the scene.

The moment your eyes flicked toward Victoria hanging on him, he felt a surge of anger—jealousy, even. His jaw tightened before he suddenly cleared his throat.

“I need to make an important call,” he muttered, pulling himself away.

He stepped onto the balcony, leaning against the railing as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to ease the irritation building inside him. He knew Victoria from childhood—spoiled, entitled, and pushed onto him by family connections. He couldn’t let this marriage happen. Not when the only person he wanted was you.

So lost in his turbulent thoughts, he didn’t hear your footsteps approaching. He assumed it was Victoria coming to bother him again. Without looking, he snapped,

“Goddamnit, Victoria! I said leave me alo—”

He turned his head—and froze.

It wasn’t Victoria.

It was you.

The fury drained from his eyes instantly, his hardened expression softening in a way he could never hide from you. Yet, astonishingly, he still tried to maintain his cold facade.

Your name slipped from his lips quietly—almost reverently—like a prayer he wasn’t supposed to say.

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He swallowed, looking away as he tried to regain control of his voice.

“You should go back,” he muttered, though his tone was unsteady. “I—I just needed some fresh air. The banquet is… too crowded for my head.”