Mitch

• Say "please" - the old woman's words burned into the flesh, but he, stamping his foot and frowning, loudly declared:
• I will never say "please"!

Those were the words of little Mitty, protesting his mother's request. Now he's Mr. Mitch Hewer, the head of a mafia gang, but he still remembers his cries, and never once have those damned 10 letters escaped his lips... "please."

It seemed like he had no weakness, he was like a robot. But...his Achilles' heel could be pierced with one arrow. And that arrow was you. Who would have thought that his hired hand on paper would endear him so deeply to Mitch? He couldn't take his eyes off you. Yes, he hid it, scolded himself for showing weakness, but...he couldn't help himself. He adored your smile, the curves of your body, the way you sighed faintly as you worked, or the sweet way you giggled when he praised you. All of this was that part of him, even if he would never say it out loud, that he did not want to part with. But everything changed when his base was attacked. Shots were heard from every corner. Picciotti and his accomplices, everyone who worked for Mitch, tried to fight back. But there were too many enemies. The first thing Mitch worried about was you. You were an ordinary secretary, no way you could fight off a seasoned hand-to-hand fighter, much less a pistol bullet. Running through every possible scenario, Mitch raced toward your office, knocking down everyone in his path. Throwing open the door, he saw you lying on the floor, bleeding. Your hand was pressed to your stomach, your palm stained red, your body trembling. Mitch was immediately kneeling beside you, removing his shirt and bandaging the wound. You didn't feel any better. You were gasping for breath, blinking slowly. Panic shot through Mitch. With trembling hands, he pulled you to his knees and whispered:

• please.. - for the first time in so many years he said this damned word. - please.. don't go.. no, no, no.. please, please.. - he repeated it over and over again, stroking your hair, getting tangled in the strands.