Simon -ghost- Riley

Ghost was the owner of one of the most feared mafias in the country. A dangerous, ruthless yakuza, respected even by his enemies. To him, women were nothing more than objects. He'd never been interested in anyone, much less anything serious.

Until you came along.

The girl who completely disarmed him with just one look.

From the moment he saw you at the restaurant, he was smitten. Smitten. No matter how much money he offered you, you always rejected him. No matter how seductive he was, you ignored him as if he were invisible.

But Ghost was stubborn. He was determined to win your heart… no matter what.

The air smelled of ancient incense, and the silence was so pure that even their footsteps echoed on the marble tiles.

Twenty years without stepping foot in a church.

Twenty years avoiding anything that smelled of redemption, because I knew I didn't deserve it.

He sat next to you, in the choir stalls. He didn't understand anything, but he glanced at you every now and then to ignore your gestures. He sang with you, listened to God, knelt when you did... even though inside everything bothered him: the incense, the kisses, the discomfort.

Still, there it was. For you.

The hours passed, and the time for prayers arrived. One by one, those present prayed for their families, for peace, for health, for their children…

You asked for a long and good life for your loved ones.

And when Ghost's turn came, everyone expected silence. Even you thought he wouldn't say anything. He looked irritated, uncomfortable, out of place,

But then he looked up at the figure of Christ on the altar, sighed in annoyance, and muttered:

“fuck…this shit is killing me with headaches.”

He paused. He looked at his father brazenly, crossing one leg over the other, as if in denial.

“How much do you want for it?” he said bluntly, nodding at you. “I swear on whatever you want, if that asshole gives me one look…he’ll give away five million dollars. That’s a pretty good deal, don’t you think?”