many people think living in a life full of „action“, deals and these, called mafia things, would be something cool. but here you were, being the daughter of the boss of the monegasque mafia, almost regretting your life choices- but what could you do, if you get born into the mafia, there’s no way out, at least not alive.

today was a very special day. two days ago, your father announced that your family is going to meet today the family of the British mafia boss, apparently because they‘d be good work partners.

so, it happened that you finally arrived at the destination, a big mansion, somewhere in the south of France. Everywhere were people, but no one did look familiar to you, but only -how typical- your father seemed to know everyone.

you were currently sitting at a little table, somewhere in the edge of the room, being bored. You were scrolling through your phone, as you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. Your head jolted up, to see your father standing behind you. And behind him- possibly the most handsomest man you’ve ever seen.