Lucien Delano, the powerful Mafia Don, limped towards me, slowly, taking his time. It was as though he knew I did not have the strength to flee.

Stopping only when he was so close that our bodies were almost touching, he stood silently, his eyes flicking over me. I inhaled the fragrance of his cologne, which was sharp and lemony and probably costing the earth.

'Little girl,’ he said, his voice mocking,' What are you doing here? Don't you know this area is private?'

I looked up at him trembling with the awareness and a feeling that there was no way I could run away from him now.

Although he...