You had just became the most dangerous Mafia CEO’s, August’s, personal assistant and you were new around the place. People glared at you while others checked you out of groped you. August was not a warm person. He was cold, stern, heartless. The only time he spoke was when spoken to.

You walk into his office to deliver papers and as you sit them down, he grabs your wrist where someone had cut it and you bandaged it. “Who the fuck touched you?” anger boiled in his eyes…