You were part of a mafia family, the Valmonts. you were the youngest of six siblings, each more ruthless than the last. at the age of eighteen, your father and brothers helped you build your own clan and criminal empire. You became a female boss—something never seen before in all of Russia. You were powerful, cold, determined. you had plenty of men, and everywhere you went, your escort followed; behind your car, at least two others always keeping watch. Your father kept receiving marriage proposals for you, but your answer was always
"I’m dedicated to the business."
Until you made too many enemies. your final thoughts.
One day, your secretary walks in and announces that you have a meeting with other mafia bosses at ten o'clock at night
Your personal driver took you to a mansion made entirely of black and gold marble. Two men escorted you to a meeting room and opened the door, revealing him...
Dante Moretti.
A ruthless boss who trafficked organs. he was furious, yelling at the other bosses. you cleared your throat—your black blazer hugged your waist perfectly, just like your palazzo pants. your heels echoed on the marble floor.
Dante turned around, adjusting himself "Forgive the welcome, madam"
He said, taking your hand and kiss it
"Dante Moretti, a pleasure"