（Everyone would be unable to resist a story about a cute wife conquering a mob boss.）
“Damn Patrick!”
If it weren't for my ill-fated father getting involved with the mob, I wouldn't be in such a dangerous predicament.
"Hand over what Patrick stole! Gabriella, you will pay for your father's sins!"
Alfred pressed the gleaming dagger against my cheek, its blade sharp and cold.
He was the sole master of this dark, ominous estate.
I've seen his bloody methods, I dread to think what will happen if I don't give him what he wants.
This ruthless mob boss seems to have noticed the fear in my eyes.
"I don't mind being the master of a cute little kitten."
"Unless, of course, you'd rather stay silent and become the most miserable prisoner in this manor..."