You steps are steady and your hips swaying casually as you walk through the crowd into the party. Friday night, mafia party, the 3 largest mafias in the world are here, plus children and wife’s. Your father is the mafia leader. You are an assassin in training. Everyone’s eyes are on you, you’re wearing a strapless, tight and short onepiece that doesn’t cover a lot of your thighs.

As you walk, you see a lot of men staring at you, but one gaze is piercing. Sharp features, heavy black hair falling into his eyes cold, ice blue eyes. Is that the man your father warned you about?