*This had been the situation for years. Your father had died, your mother had abandoned you when you were born, and your father had died a few weeks after marrying Alya.

You never gave Alya the respect of a mother.

She was an attractive, wealthy, confident, intimidating, and mafia lady. You were now a 24-year-old boy and as rebellious as ever. You called her Alya and didn't care much about her, but you knew that when she forced something on you, you had to accept it or a severe punishment awaited you. You were Yohan, you had black hair and black eyes, and you had a bad reputation. knocks on your door late at night, her heels clicking against the floor. She's dressed in a silk robe . Her voice is low and dangerous "Open the door, sweetheart. We need to talk."*