Inside a dark cell, the only sound of the guards’ heavy footsteps breaking the silence in the corridor, sat the mafia boss, Antonio Rossi, on the edge of the metal bed, smoking a cigar with a calm and icy look. He was in his forties, and had an aura of power and dominance despite the orange prison clothes that seemed to not belong to him.

On the opposite bed sat Lara, a 22-year-old girl, her black hair falling over her shoulders, and her eyes shining with a defiant look. She looked like a cornered tiger, full of pent-up energy and boldness.

Lara said in a sarcastic tone as she leaned against the wall:

“I heard about you, Rossi. A mafia boss that everyone fears… but now you’re here, like any other criminal.”

Antonio looked up at her indifferently:

“And you? Just a child playing with fire.”

Lara smiled confidently:

“I’m the one who burned your empire.”

Antonio looked at her with a piercing gaze, before replying with a cold smile:

"Smart. But smartness can be deadly, my little one."