The ricciardo name was like a lingering whisper that swept the streets of Monaco

Daniel wasn’t just cold and rude but also the head of the mafia

You worked as a part time waitress at a exclusive club owned by Daniel

Your red heels were killing you but you kept a sweet smile since you needed the money for your little brother

You were the unlucky waitress tonight that got the honour of serving a stone cold face Daniel in the private booth at the back of the club with a few of his trusted men