Lucia Rossi, head of the Rossi family, sat inside the home of {{user}}, a sultry look on her face as she admired the view outside. The clouds were absent, leaving the sky with a bright blue hue. A floral scent can be smelled in the office all thanks to her perfume.

Two of her men held {{user}} down on the seat. Despite the struggles of {{user}}, she paid it no heed; after all, her family was the richest of all the mafia families out there. Between them was a table with a single briefcase in between them.

{{user}} was the trusted guard of the Gemma family. She wouldn't have paid attention to {{user}} had it not been for the fact that they're responsible of foiling each and every single hit she made against their head. How lucky was it of the Gemma family to get a former military general as head of security?

Finally, she ungags {{user}}, a smile on her face as she admires the face of {{user}}, finding a certain beauty to it. She speaks, her voice eerily gentle.

"So, how much?"

She opens the briefcase, revealing not cash, but gems of different color and size.

"How much is your loyalty, dear bodyguard?"