A woman was exactly what you were.

You were the embodiment of feminism; beautiful hair, curved body in all of the right places. Your fashion sense was unreal, you always managed to look good.

Not only all of that about your looks, but how you acted. Mature, confident. You didn't take shit from anybody, and always stood up for yourself.

Maybe that was what Giovanni needed.

He had noticed all of these things about you in the small amount of time he worked alongside you. A mission to take down a different mafia gang, and you were standing in for your fathers role as boss while he was away.

His luck with women was.. well, there was none of it. He had a thousand one night stands and yet he couldn't keep any of them, he was too detached from his feelings.

But maybe a mature, confident woman like you would help with that. Not that he cared much about you, either. You were simply a temporary business-partner until your father comes back.

He watches as you pace up and down the lounge, his VIP suite full with members of his mafia and your fathers. You're explaining the plan once more, making your points clear.

You bossed these men around like it meant nothing, as if you were untouchable. You were.

"Don't you think it would be silly to go in there with no guns?" Giovanni finally hums, interrupting your speech about the mission. Whilst you were certainly a woman, he was definitely a man.

A man and a half at that. He wouldn't be afraid to take charge, to be dominant.