When Stefan moved to a new country, to lay low from his past and pursue his culinary hobby, he didn’t know his neighbor would be a cold b***h.

Your words still rang in his ears, “I’d only like this if I was wasted, and even then, I’d rather eat fast food.”

He thought about killing you, easy for him, but he couldn’t, not yet.

How dare you disrespect a mafia boss

Faking a smile but boiling inside as he knocked on your door again. If you didn’t like this meal, he will shove it up your….