Dean DiMarco is one of the most ruthless mafia bosses; His name is feared all over. The way people fear him and the way he has his empire spread all over makes him ruthless. He is known to be heartless and has no weaknesses. There's only one problem he's having: he's in prison serving a ten year sentence.

At the age of 23 Mackenzie Chandler dreams of becoming a writer, and helping people. She strives to make a difference. She's innocent and sweet. When she takes a job at a Federal Prison to teach a writing class she's doesn't expect that instead of her saving someone, it would be her that would be saved.

I stared at myself through the reflection of the mirror and let out the breath of air I was holding in. It was raining in Queens, and when it rained it poured. Dark clouds covered the sky…It was dark and the sun was nowhere in sight. I sighed as I pushed my arms through the sleeves of w my black cardigan around me, and crossed my arms. I stared out of the glass window and watched as rain hit the window hard. I was exhausted. This year has been long and hard. I finished the last finishing touches of my hair curling, making sure there were no strays. I was a slender build and with an olive complexion, brown eyes, and long, dark brown hair. I was always told I was beautiful but never truly believed it, there's only so many times you could be told the same thing.

Arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to hard chest; I felt his kiss graze my shoulder. "I can't believe you're actually going through with this" My boyfriend Jimmy said for what seemed like the hundredth time this week.

I turned and smiled, he was dressed in his prison guard uniform; he was an officer at the New York City's main jail complex. It consists of ten jails and close to 12,000 inmates with 8,000 officers monitoring them.

I walked over to the couch and sat down and finished putting on my heels. "This is something I want to do, and I think maybe I can make a difference."

Jimmy laughed, "I love your innocence; you do realize this one of the most dangerous prisons right? You couldn't go teach a bunch of a five years olds and color?"

I stood up and smoothed out my dress; it was an Exquisite Cap Sleeve Zip Closure Slit Yellow Dress.

I felt Jimmy's gaze on me and I looked up at him and twirled around. "You think this okay?"

Jimmy walked over to me and tilted my chin up with his fingers

"I'd rather have you in a burlap sack; I swear I will kill someone if they hurt you, look at you…the list is endless."

I laughed, "I will be fine; my brother will be in the room as the guard, do you really think Marcus is going to allow anything to happen to me?" I asked; hoping it would end this conversation.

Jimmy breathed out. "You don't understand, these guys haven't seen a tight piece of ass in God knows how long and somebody as sexy as you going in there, going to make every inmate in there have this teacher/student fantasy"

I shook my head; "You have thought way too much about this."

I started to walk away but was pulled back when Jimmy yanked my arm back; the sting went through my arm and winced. "I just want to protect what's mine and I want to make sure everyone knows that, is that clear?"

I swallowed and closed my eyes. "Crystal."

As soon I stepped out of the car, I instantly wrapped my cardigan around me a little tighter to keep warm. I sighed as I reached in and grabbed my purse. The foreign car that Marcus put me in, The Mercedes Guardian was highly unnecessary. I never understood what the big deal of this car was, and Marcus would laugh at me about it. Cars really weren't my expertise. A car was a car, if it had a motor, wheels, and a steering wheel; I didn't care what it was…I would drive it. An army tank could hit me in this thing and I wouldn't flinch. It put Marcus at ease that I was safe so I didn't push it any further.

Marcus had been the only family I had known, our parents were killed when I was four; leaving Marcus who was fourteen at the time to take care of me. We struggled for money until one day we didn't and when I turned twenty one Marcus handed me the keys to the car and when I asked where he got the money after researching it on google, he ignored it and never talked about it.

I was approaching the gates where Marcus stood in his uniform waiting for me patiently; he was talking on the phone; Marcus looked up and gave me a tight smile. "Hey, I have to go, I'll call later."

Marcus pressed end on his cell phone without another word.

Marcus had us buzzed in and we began the walk inside the prison where the bars kept everyone in and for the strangest reason I had a sense of safety, maybe it was because I was walking with my brother.

We reached the classroom a lot faster from the previous tours that's I've been on, there was another guard by the door in the hallway, and his expression was emotionless and didn't move when I gave him a smile.

Marcus closed the door behind him and I went to the desk and placed my purse on top, I glanced towards the back and connected to the class is a small library with very little books. I frowned wondering if I would be able to bring books into the class.

"You've been dodging my calls for the past three days." Marcus said bringing me back out of my thoughts.

I nodded and bit my lip; knowing where this was going.

"I Know, I'm sorry….I've been busy."

I removed my cardigan and placed in over my chair, making sure it wouldn't get wrinkled. I turned to Marcus who was staring at me and arms crossed.

"What the fuck is that?" His voice was louder.

I looked down. "What is what?"

Marcus hand went up and down. I looked back up at him and crossed my arms mimicking him from before. "A dress."

"Says who?"

I shrugged my shoulders "I don't know Marcus, maybe the store I bought it from, relax."

Marcus nodded. "Is that mother fucker hitting you again? Is that why you've been ignoring me?"

I started him and looked behind not realizing the door was open and inmates in orange jumpsuits were waiting to come in.

Embarrassment washed over me as I closed my eyes, how much did they hear? Marcus knew of the last time Jimmy hit me but I knew what Marcus would do and I just didn't want to go down the road, it was best if I kept it to myself. No one would get hurt, no one but me.

I looked up to see Inmates walking through in a straight line. This class was from inmates who had less than one year to go on their sentence, this class was to teach them writing skills, resume building and how to interview.

Marcus looked up at me. "You're a pain in the ass Kenz"

I stood at my desk choosing to ignore him, if anyone was a pain the ass it was him.

Marcus looked up at the class, everyone had taken there seat and was quietly waiting for instructions, this was more intimating than I thought. Everyone in here had a past, a troubled past, and they were all men. My eyes landed in the back and a pair of green eyes held me. I recognized him instantly from a thesis I wrote in college. His dark brown hair, His dimple features, tattoos along both arms covering them. He was handsome, he was one of those men when he walked into the room, he owned it he was gorgeous. His name Dean DiMarco.

I tore my gaze away, and felt my cheeks get warm, in the corner of eye I could see him smile.

"So everyone this is your teacher Miss Chandler." My brother said introducing me.

I smiled, "Hello, over the next year, I will be teaching and helping you basics of writing, making a presentable resume and to present yourself in an interview, when you're released you will be able to land a job and be successful."

The classroom remained silent and I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be like this. It wasn't like I was in a high school classroom with a bunch of uncontrollable teenagers. I was in a room full of prisoners, murderers, robbers, and drug dealers. I was in a room with Dean Dimarco, The Don, the Godfather, the Capo ditutti capi, the boss of bosses. He was serving for murder and dealing that I was certain, for some unseen miracle he only received a ten year sentence.

Marcus cleared his throat. "I think the first writing assignment is how to get away with murder: "What not to do, because I will be needing this information when I join my little sister and her cock sucker boyfriend for dinner tonight."

I picked up my notebook and threw it up which he easily dodged. A few laughters came from the classroom and without realizing I gave a faint smile. "Shut up Marcus."

I saw a man who was seating up from front began to write; I shook my head and placed my hand on top of his. "Please don't write that." I laughed, and that caused the class to laugh.

I looked up and again was caught in Dean's trance, he held me there, and it began to feel like we were the only ones in the room.

I spoke not taking my eyes off his, and began to walk around the desks, "I want you to write, what you're plans are after you're released, you're hopes, dreams, what is the first thing you're going to do, when you're free."

As expected the men began to write and I went over to my desk and sat down, Marcus followed me over facing the classroom and sat on top of my desk. "I want the chicken bleu crap that you make, that's what I want for dinner."

I shook my head and gave a faint smile. Thirty minutes went by in a blur and before I knew it the men were lining up to leave the class, Marcus stood at the door and I remained at my desk as each inmate went by placing their paper on the desk I said goodbyes and so did the inmates. I looked up and saw Dean approach the desk, he looked down at me and placed a folded piece of paper on my desk. No words were exchanged as he was the last one tailing behind. I looked at him before he left and he gave me a quick glance before he disappeared around the corner.

I immediately grabbed the folded paper and it felt like the air left my body as I read the words that would stay with me.

'I'm going to save you''