Don't Mess with A Mafia Princess

My yearly bonus was fifteen thousand dollars and my boyfriend eagerly suggested we celebrate with a fancy dinner. I figured, why not? But when the bill came, my jaw nearly hit the floor—one hundred thousand dollars. Stunned, I pushed the receipt away, refusing to pay. It had to be a mistake or worse, a scam.

Before I could argue further, the restaurant manager strode over, his expression cold and menacing. Without hesitation, he ordered his staff to tie me up. "If you don't pay," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "you'll pay with your life."