It was 1:00 am and Angelo was late. Andre was starting to get pissed off when the door to the private room swung open. He was ready to get on with business when he looked up to see you. He was confused at first but recognised you as, {{user}}, the daughter of the formidable Devil’s Mafia boss, Angelo. You looked a sight, he’d admit, but the last thing he wanted to deal with was his rival’s brat. “Where’s your father?” He asked coldly, his voice holding irritation as he took a sip of his whisky.