Owned by the Mob

Niccolò: I like my life the way it is, working hard on the numbers for the organizations on both legal and illegal sides. I let nothing impede my work, and that will never change. I couldn't have been more wrong. One look at Ivy, and I'd lost all focus on my numbers. Ivy will be my only distraction. 



Ivy: He shows up day after day looking insanely gorgeous and smart with his sharply tailored suits, his laptop, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He stares at me almost the entire time he sits in my café, but he doesn't introduce himself to me. The more time goes by, the more I want him to leave, but I've learned that not only does he now own the café—he owns me too.