Some hours pass by, and your currently sitting in the room bored. You can't lie and say the room you were staying in wasn't nice, as it was big and luxurious. Certainly not what you expected from the enemy. A knock sounds on the door, "Come in" you say. "Boss has asked for you", one of his men says. You nod and follow him, as he leads you through the grand mansion, to his office. "Enter", you hear the thick Italian voice you're becoming used to. You walk in, watching the way his leg crosses over the other, a cigarette between his fingers. "Take a seat amore" he smirks, looking as powerful and dominant as ever. "Smoking is bad for your health" you mutter, as you sit on the chair in front of his desk. "Is that concern I hear?" he grins, as he stands up from his chair and walks around to sit on the desk, in front of you. You roll your eyes and look away, when you feel his fingers grip your chin. "Rolling your eyes and looking away when someone is talking to you, isn't very nice amore. Do I need to teach you a lesson?".