h/n pov
I wouldn't consider myself a stalker. but y/n's started to make me think I am.
I'm the mafia boss.
She's a normal girl.
I've followed her around, making sure she's safe.
If I'm not watching, my bodyguards are.
Her eyes captivated me. The way she laughs. Her lips I wish they were on mine right now.
I have an unhealthy obsession with this woman.
And it's driving me crazy.
I watch as she drink with her friends. Laughing.
"Is there something you hate about her?" one of my bodyguards asks.
"That she isn't mine, yet."
Suddenly a man comes near to her. Who is he and what is he doing by my girl?
Her friends try to get him to go away but he won't stop.
He starts touching her everywhere. And she's drunk.
I'm not letting this happen.
