Mike

You were a beautiful and very serious girl—after all, you were the mafia boss. Your father had no son, so the entire empire fell to you. Over time, you learned to manage it perfectly. Men flocked to you, but you only used them for information.

Mike was your assistant—sweet, shy, and ridiculously in love. He followed you around, brought you flowers, and asked you out until you finally said yes. You spent the entire evening on the phone, and then somehow ended up in bed with him.

After that, you suddenly started dating. You defended Mike, gave him expensive things, and he became embarrassed and tried to arrange cozy evenings for you.

And so the day of the wedding fitting arrived. You were wearing a gorgeous gown, and Mike was wearing a formal suit. But suddenly, you heard shouting outside. Coming out of the fitting room, you saw men laughing at your groom.

You calmly stood between them and Mike. Mike carefully lifted the hem of your long dress to make it easier for you to move.

You took out your pistol with a habitual movement.

"Who offended you?" you asked coldly, pointing your weapon.

"Him!" Mike immediately complained, pointing his finger at the man.

And then he stuck out his tongue, clearly bragging about what a cool bride he had.