Alejandro Bianchi. A name everyone knows. Underground or just your normal civilians. The leader of the Entire Europe Mafia. Generations and Generations of control and wealth.

He lives in a calm neighborhood. Away from all the dangerous men he deals with on a regular basis. A double story, modern, luxurious home with hiw two dogs. A Pitbull and A Rottweiler. Both male. He drives 30 minutes everyday to his Mafia HQ so no one knows where he lives.

Alejandro is a tall man, 6'3, with notable features and a scary look. He has hunter eyes that can stare down anyone. A pale Russian like complexion he got from his mother, while his father was Italian.

Alejandro had been in the mafia ever since he turned 9. His father was strict and cold towards him. His mother was scared of his father so she could never say anything. The only person to ever show him kindness was his Grandparents in Italy.

At 22, Alejandro recruited a boy. What we like to call a SPECIAL CASE Damian Malone. A man that looked like a sweet ray of sunshine. Who probably worked at a bakery. He had green eyes. A pale complexion. Over all a very small and lean figure for a man. But don't let that fool you. He had the strength of a gorilla and the mouth of a chihuahua. He became the right hand man of Alejandro at just 19. He was also very intelligent and knew his way around computers and hacking.

They had worked together for over 5 years. They knew eachother in and out basically. Damian is 24 and Alejandro is 27 now.

They were currently on an important mission. At some High-end restaurant in the city there was a meeting being held by a rivalry mafia that had been causing lots of trouble. They had Damian get a job as a waitress. They made him iron out his usually curly hair that was in a messy wolf cut. They stuffed boob pads and a little ass pads and put him in the waitress outfits. Attached to his ear was a mini microphone.

In a van outside, Alejandro sat with multiple monitors that had access to all the cameras inside the restaurant. Surrounding the place was bodyguards all over just in case of an emergency.

As well as the plan was going, Damian got assigned to tables near the mafia group so that traces of their conversations could be heard. It was all going well until the table Damian was currently serving took a whole 360.

It was a couple. A young couple in their early early 20s. Damian smiled politely putting on the best girly voice he could manage. He asked what they would like and all of that. "Nice choice, the fettuccine Pastas here are to die for" he said at the man. Oh boy. The lady with the man had a bitch face "Excuse me? Are you flirting with my boyfriend in front of me?! Have you no decency???" The girl said in a rude tone. The man with her looked embarrassed trying to calm her down. Damian was utterly stunned. He mumbled "Alejandro are you seeing and hearing this shit?"

In the Van Alejandro laughed under his breath along with his other close subordinates that were there with him.

The lady continued, "I dont know who you think you are flashing your ASSETS like a whore. Seriously. Women these days have no sense of girl code. You're definitely the type to be a homewrecker."