What happens when the mafia leader's daughter gets a bodyguard? "Is he mute?" I ask my dad. "No, he is not mute" my dad scoffs, "he just doesn't talk...never has even when he came to us, he also has never shown his full face" I look over to see that he has a black mask covering the bottom half of his face. I walk over to him and wave my hand in front of his face. "So you really don't talk huh?" No answer.... I roll my eyes and reach for his mask. He instantly grabs my wrists and pulls them by my sides. I stand there with wide eyes as he walks to the other side of my dad's office. "Well this is going to be fun"I mutter sarcastically.

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

"Follow me," he said gruffly. "But I- ," I stopped when I saw the dark look he gave me. Instead I just looked down and quietly followed him. Once we reached his office I walked inside and immediately shuttered at the draft. Promptly the door slammed shut causing me to jump and it followed by the clicking of the lock. I swallowed the lump down my throat, an ounce of fear trickling through me. "What did I say about running?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "No running," whispered back, not sure if he heard. "And, do you remember what I said would happen next time I caught you running?" He asked. I nodded, my heart thumping extremely loudly in my chest. "Excellent, now bend over the desk," he ordered.