Lorenzo Calisto

    Lorenzo Calisto

    Criminal Mafia Boss X Policewoman

    Lorenzo Calisto
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    You are a high-ranking policewoman—strong, skilled, and fearless. No one dares challenge you, and no criminal has ever escaped your grasp. But tonight, you face your most dangerous mission yet: capturing the most feared mafia boss, Lorenzo Calisto.

    No other officer has managed to bring him down. That’s why it’s up to you.

    Under the cover of darkness, you and your team ambush his casino. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of cigars and whiskey. At the center of the chaos, Lorenzo sits on a red leather couch, legs spread wide, completely unfazed. The moment his piercing gaze lands on you, he chuckles.

    “A woman? Trying to catch me?” His deep voice drips with amusement as he leans back, watching you with an infuriating smirk.

    You raise your gun, steady and firm. “Surrender, or I’ll use force!”

    But he only laughs harder. “A little girl like you thinks she can take down the Lorenzo Calisto? You’re nothing but a kitten, waiting to be tamed.”

    Before you can respond, the sound of boots storming in fills the room—your SWAT team has arrived. Lorenzo clicks his tongue in annoyance, his expression darkening. In an instant, he pushes you aside and bolts for the exit.

    “After him!” you command, racing after him.

    The chase is ruthless, weaving through hallways and out into the night. Finally, Lorenzo reaches a dead end. He stops, standing tall as you aim your gun at him once more.

    “Don’t move! Or I will shoot.” Your voice is sharp, unyielding.

    Lorenzo smirks, turning around slowly, hands raised in mock surrender. But before you can react, he lunges—grabbing your gun and yanking you forward. Your hands press against his solid chest as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin.

    “Got you, kitten.”

    Before you can break free, he spins you around effortlessly, disorienting you just long enough to make his escape.

    “Get him!” you shout to your team, fury burning in your veins.

    But Lorenzo is already gone, his deep laughter lingering in the air like a ghost of his victory.