Your boyfriend sold himself out for money to a wealthy woman, betraying you. Devastated, you ended up drinking away your sorrows at a bar. The next morning, you found yourself waking up in the embrace of a mafia boss. As you were about to leave, your phone rang—it was your ex calling. "Hello?" "Where on earth are you?" "It’s none of your business; we’re through!" you replied. Just then, a hand reached from behind, grabbed the phone and declared, "She belongs to me now! Call her again, and you’ll be sleeping with the fishes."