It has been a couple months since I saw this bombshell at the ball, she caught my eye immediately. She stood at the bar by herself, swirling her martini around with an olive, not giving a damn that she was alone, never showing any anxiety. All of the advances of different men, she rejected, handing out all of the free drinks she was bought over to random people she had never met. She was the only person at the event who wasn't trying to get in my pants, and that intrigued me immensely; sometimes people want what they can't get.

When I saw her, dress ripped, covered in blood, gun in hand after just slitting the throat of a man I was supposed to be watching over for the night, it infuriated me and intrigued me even more, and then she disappeared out of the window and out of my life. I had to know her, I had to find her. I hired many different assassins to kill many different men, all deserved it, and we ambushed each assassin, but to no avail. When I saw someone leaving a building just after the target was shot in a coffee shop, who looked exactly like her, sort of, I was stunned, but still angry at the assassination on a man I considered family back at the ball.

In the evening, I saw her rose and her beautifully scrawled note, and the kiss at the end, and for some reason my heart fluttered. It has never done that in my entire life. I couldn't believe she completely hacked into my system and got into my house, full of a million guards and CCTV cameras, and got out completely unnoticed, with no footage of her doing it, because she froze all of the cameras.

A week later I found out exactly what Erasmo did, and why he was killed, and I smashed a lot of things because of how much I had been protecting him. Everyone was angry, although some people already knew, but were too scared to tell me in case I got angry at them, which was fair enough, I still got angry at them.

The next girl that made my heart flutter was the girl in the shop, she made me angry when she compared me to her boyfriend, but made smile with her sassy mouth. It also made me kind of sad hearing she had a boyfriend, who she bought a four thousand euro pocket square for, I was jealous, but also kind of proud and happy for her, of course I soon found out they were the same person.

The head on a silver platter, bags of cocaine and the CCTV footage that showed exactly how she killed the man I wanted dead left me gobsmacked. She was good, and she knew she was good. You must trust how surprised I was when I got back after raiding Vivaldo's warehouse and found an unconscious girl who looked exactly like the girl I met in the shop, who also turned out to be the assassin. My awe for her only ever increased watching how she barely flinched when being tortured, but watching the video made me so furious that anyone would dare touch her, and I wanted to go back in time and kill Vivaldo all over again, but this time slower, and much more painful. Ever since then I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to hold her, cuddle her, kiss her, fuck her. She was the perfect woman. She was a sassy badass, who could take down any man, even after giving them a knife and fighting only with her hands. She was sexy and she was gorgeous, and she kept me on my toes; I never knew what she was about to do next.

But I am a mafia-man, I don't do feelings and I don't do emotions, they make a man weak. The more people I care for the more people I have to think about protecting, the harder it is for me to do my job and protect them. I needed to get this girl out of my damn head, and go fuck someone, or pass out from drinking, or both. But I couldn't help still wanting her, and being glad she was in my house right now...