She is an assassin in her brother's mafia. She is fierce and has strong opinions. One of those opinions is that she has always disliked the leader of the mafia they worked with, an alliance had been formed a while ago and now the Italian and Spanish...
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Why me? Why me? Out of all of the people they had to ask they asked me. I was standing outside Samuel's office but I didn't want to go in. I was still mad at him. What he did to Ilara was terrible and I wasn't just going to let it go.
But I eventually brought myself to knock on the door and heard a vague "Come in." as response. I walked in and closed the door after me. Samuel looked up from his phone and seemed surprised to see me.
I sat down and he put his phone down. "If you are here to yell at me again, please leave," he told me and I sighed.
"I'm not here to yell at you. Luca and Hugo approached me about something they want me to ask you. They want to do a tournament for the group and need your permission," I said and he frowned.
"What kind of tournament?"
"Five stages and mostly fun games that you compete in," I answered and he nodded.
"Fine, but Gavino has to agree too," he spoke and I nodded.
"I know."
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I slowly walked to Gavino's office. I really didn't want to talk to him because he had been an ass for the past days. But the Gilmore Girls discussion we had made him a little bit more interesting. He watched teen dramas and he discussed and had opinions about them.
I knocked on the door and heard a hum from inside. I walked in and closed the door after me. "What do you want?" he asked and I sat down across from him.
"Hugo and Luca wants to do a tournament for the group, they need your permission," I told him and he rolled his eyes.
"Ask Samuel," he said and I glared at him.
"I already did but we need your permission too."
"Why didn't Luca come and ask me this?" he asked and I shrugged.
"They asked me to ask you so I'm here," I answered and he seemed amused.
"What do I get out of it?" he questioned me and I sighed.
"No, you take this up with Luca. I'm not giving you anything," I said and he hummed.
"Then I guess you can go and tell Luca that there is no tournament," he spoke and I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want?" I asked and he smirked.
"That's more like it," he responded and I wanted to slap the smirk off his face but I didn't, that wouldn't help my case. "I want you to bake a cake for me."
I was stunned. Bake a cake? What? "What?"
"You heard me."
"Why do you want a cake?" I asked and he shrugged.
"I heard you're good at baking so I want a cake. A large one. By Friday," he told me and I sighed. I had two days to bake a large cake for Gavino.
"Any flavor preference?" I questioned him and he smiled.
