I can feel him watching me. Always.It should scare me, shouldn’t it?
 Having an ever-watchful eye over everything I do.
 A powerful man, a terrifying man, keeping me locked in his sights.
 But it doesn’t. Instead of fear, I’m excited.
 I want those eyes, hands, everything over me. Following me.
 Taking pieces of me I’m more than willing to give.
 Marking me. Branding me as his and only his.
 I want my Mafia king, Luca Palermo.
 And I want him now.