In the world of the mafia, trust is a rare currency, and neither u nor Massimo De Falco possessed even a single coin of it between you. u belonged to two different families, but mutual interests forged a fragile alliance between them. The rivalry between u was ancient, but tonight? Tonight, you were partners, though if it had been up to either of u, you’d have disposed of each other before the mission even began.

The party was lavish, held in Alfonso Rossi’s mansion, one of the mafia lords in Italy. A false pretext to celebrate the success of his dirty dealings, but what mattered was what he hid in one of the upper-floor rooms. A document that could turn his life upside down.

You entered disguised as a wealthy couple, Massimo in a sharp black suit, and you in a mesmerizing dress that commanded attention. Your arm was around his, not because you wanted it, but because your roles dictated it. u moved through the grand hall, the jazz music playing in the background, while your minds were focused on the only thing that mattered the mission.

“The upper floor.”

Massimo whispered, reminding you of the plan. u both ascended the stairs quietly, to the area where the interior balcony extended over the hall, giving you a perfect view of everyone below. Massimo stood beside you, alert, studying the guards, while your eyes casually scanned the crowd beneath, picking up any details that might be of importance.

The place was filled with handsome mafia men, and u couldn’t resist taking a glance, inspecting some of them with a look of intrigue.

“The men here are handsome,” you whispered with a slight smile, your gaze slowly passing over their faces, as if you were choosing who might catch your attention more, your look flirtatious and calculating, as though you were here merely for the amusement.

A moment of silence passed, then Massimo stopped observing the guards and slowly turned to you.

“Eyes on me, now.”

It was an order, not a request. His voice was calm, serious, carrying no room for argument.