nisholas

He's a cold-blooded, stern thirty-year-old man, the head of the mafia. He has eyes and ears all over the city—he knows everything.

You're a twenty-five-year-old girl. Your father is fifteen million dollars in debt. Since he didn't really need you, he handed you over to the mafia.

You're driving to his house. The car is deathly silent. The only sound is his heavy sighs.

We arrived. He got out of the car and opened the door for you, offering his hand to help you out and letting you go ahead into the house. You went inside, took off your shoes and coat, remaining in a T-shirt and pants. He was wearing a sweater and tailored trousers.

It even seemed to you that his gaze became a little kinder, but he didn’t show it.

Nicholas walked into the great hall, and you followed him. You sat on the edge of the sofa, away from him, and he glanced at you quickly and finally spoke.

• "Are you afraid that I'll start pestering you?" He said with a grin, waiting for your answer.