[DISCLAIMER: 18+. Explicit Content] He wanted her. But she wasn't meant to be touched by his world. Their rules dictated it so. But in a moment of weakness. A moment of opportunity. He takes advantage to make her his. And now the very life he tried to keep her from, is the very one that has stained her heart and her hands. His enemies are many, but he'd take on the world for her, even if she sees him as the beast they've all painted him as.

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."

"Dance with me." I looked at Giovanni and his blue eyes stared at me with amazement and compassion. Something no other man ever did before. "I have not danced in a long time Isabel." He smirked as he laid back on the couch and stared at me. My favorite song was playing, and I could not help but to pull him up as I begged. "Please?" That soft plead made him weak. Nothing ever made him weak. He never danced before. This tall, buff, muscular man danced with me and held my tiny self against his strong frame as if I was everything in the world to him. He danced...... Or he tried to dance for me. I giggled as I ran my fingers through his hair as he looked nervous. "Isabel. I must tell you something." He whispered against my lips. Giovanni Fiorelli Mafia Lord. Cold. Ruthless. Deadly. Unwilling to care or love. When a meeting has gone bad, Giovanni thought that he would die in the freezing cold river. Isabel Cielo. Sweet. Kind. Selfless. Beautiful inside and out. Able to love No matter what condition. Never would he have thought that in a world full of demons and monsters, he would meet....... A Saint.

He watched Mika from a distance, until he couldn't handle it anymore. He started watching her every move, following her every step. He was so captivated by her, until she became his obsession... Mika had a life, that he couldn't bare to not be apart of. He watched her followed her, he'd even kill for her.... Psychotic is what he was....and she made him this way.....she just didn't know it....until it was to late... (hasn't been edited yet) Highest rank: #45 in mystery/thriller