Passione, occupying most of southern Italy, had expanded its influence further up north to Florence. To celebrate this accomplishment, the Passione higher ups had arranged a masquerade ball in Rome. Stepping inside the large ballroom, it would’ve been an understatement to say that the team was shocked.

“Santa merda, look at this place!” Mista exclaimed, a large smile occupying his lips.

“Where did they even get the money to rent out a place like this!?” Narancia exclaimed, his mouth wide open and a dumbfounded look plastered onto his face.

It was a huge and extravagant ballroom, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and large pillars along the walls. The lighting of the ballroom was warm and dim. What would tonight bring?