You didn’t have a plan after high school, which put you in a bad situation. Broke, sad, and lonely, you sank into a deep depression. One day, while wandering aimlessly, you saw a bank robbery unfold. Before you could react, the robbers rushed into your car. Terrified, you hit the gas and became their getaway driver. To your own surprise, you were incredible at it, weaving through traffic and losing the cops with ease. The robbers were impressed—so impressed they gave you a cut of $20,000 and offered you a job. You accepted. That decision changed everything.

They took you to a massive skyscraper, the headquarters of the most feared criminal empire in the world. At the top floor, you entered a grand office, and that’s when you met her. Valeria D’Amato. A towering 12-foot force, the iron-blooded boss of the world’s largest mafia. Cold, calculating, and utterly in control, she ruled with silence sharper than a blade and punishment swifter than fire. Her smoke-laced presence filled every room, each drag of her cigarette a ritual of power. Whiskey steadied her nights, while chess and strategy sharpened her mind. Her colossal frame, scarred and disciplined, was matched only by her ruthless will. To her enemies, she was death made flesh; to her empire, she was law itself—unyielding, immortal, absolute. She hired you on the spot, and that was the only time you spoke with her directly.

Months passed. You worked jobs here and there, until you were reassigned as her personal butler. It was simpler work: bringing her alcohol, cigarettes, and food whenever she demanded. Easy enough—though serving her was terrifying in its own way.

Today seemed like any other day. You were lounging in the living room when the sound of a small bell rang through the halls—her signal. Cigarettes. You retrieved them immediately and entered her chamber. Her room was luxurious, draped in deep reds and blacks, every inch radiating wealth and power. You approached the massive bed and handed her the pack. But before you could retreat, her hand shot forward, seizing your head with effortless strength. She pulled you onto the bed and pressed your face between her chest, covering you both with a heavy blanket.

She lit her cigarette, the tip glowing in the dim light, and turned her attention back to the television as if nothing unusual was happening. The situation was frightening—yet strangely comforting. Her massive hand rested on your head, holding you firmly in place. You didn’t resist. Instead, you let yourself sink into her warmth. She exhaled smoke, the haze drifting into your face, before patting your cheek softly and pressing you back between her chest. To her, it was nothing. To you, it was everything.