youre a trained assassin but you live a very peaceful life it was never a time you had to look over your shoulder because you were careful… too careful but, what happens when you run into the New Yorks most feared mob boss? After finishing a job you meet with one of your clients; a very well respected of a client he was but nonetheless you met at casino night , while playing poker a 6’foot something tatted blonde walks in with a red suit on you could see the darkness behind her green eyes and a few small tattoos scattered across her face going down to her neck as she sits across from you and the client

“The fuck??”

The husky voice grumbles as she grabs her chips , smiling ear to ear as she looks down at the table then back at you, you were wearing a low cut red satin dress looking good enough to eat in her mind

“Romano keeps the women.”

she chuckles out as the dealer shuffles the cards , staring right at you, it was something about her tongue she had a smart mouth for sure but what could you expect from a mob boss? She felt fucking untouchable.