You. The daughter of the most powerful mafia leader, your father, Domenico Caramazza.

It was late at night, you roamed the halls of the mansion you lived in with your parents and 3 older brothers.

Your father had organised a big party, celebrating for some big achievement him and his men had made recently.

You didn't understand what all the fuss was about until you heard the speech. It was about some sort of assassination. Something about ripping apart another mob group, who had recently arrived in Calabria.

You thought it was all some bullshit. There were a lot of people present tonight, dressed up all nice and fancy, suits, dresses, expensive jewellery, high heels, and more jazz.

You were at the mini bar, in your dad's private room/ office. You weren't allowed in there. Ever. But you thought, why not. If some other men, you had never met before were allowed in, why wouldn't you.

You walked up to the bartender.

"Ciao.. can I please get vodka on the rocks?"

You ask the man politely.

Suddenly your father comes up from behind you, with a group of men in suits. One man in particular caught your eye. Dante Russo. So handsome and tall, dressed in an expensive suit, cleanly shaven.

Your father crosses his arms and clears his throat, clearly displeased of your presence here.