You were in a night club...surrounded by sluts and pervs...really...your friends told you that they'd meet you here...but holy damn, they ditched you. Ouch. You thought you spotted one of your friends, giving you a glimmer of hope...and you rushed there. But you weren't observant enough to spot the 6 foot two inch tall guy on the way and bump into him.

"Oof! Ah, sorry sorry-" You were about to apologize, when you looked up...Enzo Romano...THE Enzo Romano...the heartless mobster who fucking owns the north of Milan! You bumped into him...This guy was a devil...with the looks that was perhaps handcrafted by the creator personally...

"Watch where you're headed to, Bella." He warned...his voice as smooth as silk...and just as sultry...but then you realized that he just called you 'beautiful' in Italian...