Episode 1

The office where that boy worked was quiet, he did his respective job in a small cubicle at the back of the place. The place was nice to work, Elio Mancini had been brought there by his mother. Before, he had opted for another job, however, things did not turn out as he had imagined, at that time the kidnappings by the most powerful mafia family had increased, and the streets were dangerous, so they had to resort to the protection of the Mandeli family.

It was a good job and guaranteed security. He also liked what he did, although his passion was animals.

Elio focused a lot on what he did, he put piano music to work or listened to a documentary about animals. The other employees were in their own world. However, in a few minutes, the voices of his colleagues began to be heard.

Apparently, a friend of his employer had arrived and was with him in the boardroom. He didn't pay much attention as he rarely saw that lawyer.

After half an hour, when he had some impressions to make, he realized that the printer had no paper so he went to the front to get some.

On his way back, in the partition that there was, he accidentally ran into a tall guy, with dark hair and beautiful hazel eyes, almost glowing in a beautiful yellow color. A body that looked like it worked out a lot. From his clothing, Elio immediately knew he was not just any friend.

He was wearing a white shirt, black pants, dark dress shoes, and a black blazer. He didn't wear a tie and you could see part of his chest, Elio swallowed hard feeling intimidated by the stranger, despite his attractive appearance, his gaze was terrifying.

"I'm sorry," he apologized with a small nod of the head.

Elio used to have a shy personality, or at least, he didn't like to socialize much, so when someone asked his mother why he didn't have any friends, she simply replied: he's shy.

"Yes, don't worry, boy."

That person's voice sounded so deep that it gave him chills all over his body. His deep voice made him look very interesting, and Elio continued on his way to the back to get his copies.

"..."

"I didn't know you had such handsome employees, Mr. Mandeli," said Vicenzo Di Marco as he entered the politician's office again.

"Who did you meet?" he said with a mischievous smile.

"A boy with blue eyes... he seemed very handsome, however, his way of dressing is somewhat aggressive."

"Oh, you're talking about Elio."

"So that's his name, huh? I didn't dare to ask him, he seems very shy."

Mr. Mandeli laughed - "Don't be fooled by his pretty appearance, or his shy personality. Trust me, that boy is the opposite of how he really looks."

"Really? I feel more curious now to meet him," he licked his lips with interest, remembering the boy's gaze; suddenly, he wanted to know if he was as the friend of his grandfather describes him. If he was, he would be the ideal person he was looking for.

"But be careful, Vicenzo. Don't you dare harm him in any way."

The atmosphere changed so drastically and the gaze of the older man became somber. The dark-haired man felt intimidated by the voice and look that man had used. Despite being almost alike in personality, he respected that person a lot. However, now he was intrigued by something else.

"Why the threat, my dear lawyer?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair and holding the gaze of that imposing person.

"Elio Mancini is the son of a person whom I appreciate very much, I will not allow you to put your dirty hands on him. Besides, he is only nineteen years old, he is still very young for you."

"Well, well," he waved his hands in a surrendering manner, smiling occasionally - "Besides, I am one hundred percent heterosexual," he smiled as he shifted positions - "Anyway, I came here to ask you something..." he settled into the chair - "Do you know anyone who is interested in marrying me?

"Get married?, Do you really plan on getting married?"

"I wouldn't want to, after what happened last time"he let out a heavy sigh"but well, my grandfather is adamant that I do. You know I take marriage seriously and that, even though I like to go from bed to bed, I don't want to marry any of the women I sleep with. They're not my type."

Mandeli couldn't understand this guy. He was attractive, a successful businessman, owner of the largest companies in Europe. In addition to being one of the most feared men on the continent and in the world in general. He could have anyone, even models or artists, find a wife just like that, no doubt it was strange.

"But those girls are beautiful, in every way, anyone would dream of someone like that."

"Those girls are all plastic"he said laughing, making the other man smile too"but, actually, that's not the problem. People can modify their bodies as many times as they please. But, godfather"he became serious"it might sound ridiculous, however, the person who I truly love has not yet arrived, to replace them, and, as long as that remains the case, I don't want to get married, especially not to one of those girls who only seek money."

"Then why are you asking me if I know anyone?"

"Simple. If someone wants to marry me just for money, there would be no problem. I can continue with my life as it is and take the pressure off from my grandfather. And the younger she is, the better, young girls are easy to manipulate, a few sweet words and they're eating out of your hand."

"That's contradictory."The lawyer adjusted in his seat". However, you are intelligent, I like that. But I don't know of anyone who is interested at the moment."

Vicenzo showed a disappointed expression as he took a sip of the drink in front of him.

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During the afternoon, all the employees had left, except for Mr. Mandeli's personal secretary, as he continued to converse with his dear friend.

Elio had also stayed a little longer, he had a lot of work to catch up on and, although Mandeli was a good person, he did not tolerate his employees being late. It was seven-thirty in the evening when he finally shut down his computer and packed up his things to leave.

He bid farewell cordially as he did every day, receiving a "See you tomorrow" from the secretary.

He walked towards the exit, waiting for his older brother. He put on his earphones and stood in front of the door, there was a beautiful car in front of him. A black Ferrari, at first glance, one could appreciate how expensive that car was. Elio sighed. Such an expensive car could only be driven by a person of high status. Even walking near the car would be dangerous, one scratch and he would have to be the owner's slave for the rest of his life, and even then he couldn't pay for the damages.

"Excuse me"a light tap on his shoulder, accompanied by that manly voice, made him look up"could you move?, I have to leave now."

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry"he made a slight bow as he moved.

"You're Elio Mancini, right?"Elio was not surprised to hear him say his name, he assumed that Mr. Mandeli had spoken to him about him.

"Yes, that's correct, sir."

"I have a proposal for you."

Elio was surprised, unable to say anything in response; What kind of proposal would someone he didn't even know make to him?, in fact, his name was even unknown, and, above all, he was one of the most famous men in Italy, both in the underworld and in the business world. Elio didn't know much about architecture, but this imposing man was the youngest tycoon in Italy. A civil engineer who, just by saying it, could make the most important buildings in the country explode into a thousand pieces.

"I..."

"Elio"his brother's voice behind him forced him to turn. Elio felt grateful for his arrival. The man's gaze was piercing and it was making him very nervous"let's go."

"I have to leave. See you later, sir."

Elio Mancini; that name started to sound in his thoughts. He saw him getting into the car of that guy who had interrupted his conversation. He curved his lips into a smile, with satisfaction.

He got into his car and before starting to drive, he dialed the number of a highly trusted person.

"Investigate Elio Mancini, he works for my godfather, Mr. Mandeli," Vicenzo Di Marco said.

Vicenzo Di Marco had found what he was looking for. Despite the warning and clear threat from Luigi Mandeli, he was not going to stop his plan. He already had someone in his sights and everything Vicenzo Di Marco wanted, he had.

That fragile-looking boy was the perfect prey for his ruthless jaws. He wasn't looking for romance and he also wasn't looking for someone to love him, he was sure he wouldn't love anyone else. Never. So, that boy was the perfect option, if his grandfather refused, then he would have all the winning cards.

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"Grandfather," Vicenzo greeted with a smile. The old man returned the smile. It had been a considerable amount of time since he had seen his grandson in person. Vicenzo had grown up and the rebellious teenager was nowhere to be seen.

"Vicenzo, your father... when will he come?"

He shrugged in response--"He said he would be here this week, but he didn't specify the day."

In reality, the reason Vicenzo Di Marco had returned to his native Italy from Russia was at the request of his father. Salvatore Di Marco had asked to see him, it was time for him to take control of the Marco Clan.

"We have urgent matters to address," the old man threw some photographs onto the glass table in the living room--"Vicenzo, there is a new group trying to sabotage us and take our territories."

"Since When?" he asked as he picked up each photograph and examined them. There were men he had never seen in his life, to his dismay.

"A few months ago, I don't have the exact date when the betrayal and leakage of information started."

"So we have a mole in the organization," the younger Di Marco furrowed his brow. It was true that in these "jobs" there was always a traitor, but the Di Marco family had remained loyal to their cause, it was the first time something like this had happened.

"Several, but for that reason, I need your father here," the grandfather of the dark-haired man grabbed a glass and took a sip of his drink--"also, there is another important thing we need to discuss."

"What is it?"

"That you still don't have a wife."

Vicenzo let out a frustrated sigh. While he loved his grandfather, the fact that he wanted him to get married bothered him quite a bit, he didn't like ties at all. Not anymore.

"I'm working on it," he said after getting up and walking towards the door--"but, you don't have a problem if it's a husband, right?"

Without waiting for a response, he left that room. His expressionless grandfather showed a smirk on his face. It was not certain whether it was of disgust, surprise, or happiness. However, he was still a bit taken aback by that response, he had always seen his grandson as a man who loved enjoying the company of beautiful women.

He knew perfectly well about all of Vicenzo's adventures, and for that very reason, it was beyond him that his grandson would want to marry a man.

"Young Vicenzo really took us by surprise, I never thought he could come to like men," commented one of the employees who was there. He was his right-hand man--"he is so... libertine, and devoted to women..."

"Marcello," interrupted the old Di Marco.

"Sir."

"Have someone investigate the type of man my grandson wants to marry. I won't allow just anyone to enter our family."

"Yes, sir."

And that was how Elio Mancini came under the radar of the powerful Di Marco family. The poor boy didn't even know that two of the biggest heads of the mafia had their eyes on him.

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