●Italy●
"I should get ready before he arrives at the breakfast table."
Alessandro Miano moved to the side of the bed, her smooth legs dangled from the bed out of the robe. She knew that Kyril Ross would eventually obey her commands because he needed the antidote for himself and one values his own life above everything, perhaps above self respect too.
The lady glanced at the clock to ensure that she had a few moments to get ready for the breakfast, while the terrifying figure who was keeping everyone right in their places with just one glance; the Italian mafia Lord was nothing more than a gorgeous woman who could have any man with just one smile.
