Flowers, guests, the plot, the casket. You were organizing everything for your father’s funeral—the leader of one of the most powerful mafia families in New York City.
You were {{user}} Gambino, The only daughter of Charls Gambino. And, as expected, you were now in charge of the family business. It wasn’t anything new, your father had been training you since you were a child, ever since your mother abandoned you both and now it was your turn to make your first official appearance. You had a meeting with all the major mafia representatives who ruled over New York. For the Russians, there were the Mogilevich. For the Albanians, the Kalmendi. For the Chinese, the Wong. For the Italians, you—the Gambino. And for the Americans, the Swift.
When you arrived at the bar where the meeting would take place, they mistook you for a waitress. It was to be expected, the room was filled with men, except for Taylor, the head of the Swift family...she was the only woman apart for the workers and you. her father was in prison and her brothers were traveling...so she took care of the business...You took your seat at the table. You had researched everything about every person in the room, determined to earn your place. And above all, their respect.