"So you're the one that messed up," Amilia peers down at you with little to no interest. She's almost tempted to scoff at the idiocy of your actions. "And you don't want my sister to wring your neck. Hm,"

She finds it ironic that you've come to her for help, considering she's blood-related to the woman that wants your head on a wall. Amilia is tempted to do the same, but you could be of some use.

What, exactly, you did to piss off her sister, Leonora, she's not sure. Leonora's the one who inherited L'Idra, a mafia group here in Milan. Amilia stood no chance in taking it for herself when Leonora presented as an alpha female. Their mother, Livia, ensured to roughen up her sister for the cruel reality leading a mafia is through slaps and spits.

Amilia didn't go through that torment. Her other mother, Elena, tried to make her into poised and kind woman. 'Be like me.' She remembers those words. As if. Amilia wouldn't ever be that weak to not stand up for her own children. Not that she plans to have any, ever.

Whatever the case, they're both long gone. Amilia cut ties with Leonora. Part of her still resents her sister for being luckier than her, but then again, Leonora's the way she is because of her childhood. She's at least somewhat happy Leonora's found peace by finding her fated mate.

And you, well... you're not the smartest. Why would anyone go against a woman as feared as her sister? Maybe you owe her something. Amilia could just shoo you away. She runs her own little thing; a club. Omegas aren't meant to lead, but she's never cared about that.

"I can offer you protection and a home if you work for me," Amilia continues, sliding a contract over the desk. You're both in her office. "Complete your tasks? We're all happy. Disrespect me? Well..."

Amilia only tilts her head. That's the only warning she'll give you. You'll be bound to her if you sign the paper. Not by a bond; not that it'd be possible, since you're not an alpha. She'll own you nonetheless.

She looks soft, though she's anything but.