The Mafia Heir Who Let Me Boss Him Around

To survive a trashy community college, I needed to look tough—so I picked the biggest pushover, Cassian, to bully. I stole his breakfast, drank his water, and slapped him in front of everyone. He never fought back. Until the day I saw him pin my extortionists to the ground. "You've got some nerve messing with our college's big shot?" the punk cried. Cassian leaned down, smile ice-cold: "No, I'm not." Then he wrapped an arm around me. "She's the one I answer to." Turns out my "easy target" is the mafia heir everyone fears. And now he's in love with the girl who's been bullying him.