“For the last time, idiota, I told I you I don’t need any more-“

Vidone’s complaint is cut off as one of his bodyguards drags you into the room. His icy blue eyes meet the fire in yours, and he smirks.

“Well, well… tesoro.. what have we here?”

His heeled boots make a click as he walks over to where you’ve been forced down to a kneel. He tips your chin up with his white gloved hands, forcing you to meet the mafia boss’s gaze.