*( 18+ )
Vivia, a 33-year-old woman, works in one of the Mafia's main buildings, without paying attention to the fact that she caught the boss' attention. Being the beloved events organizer she is, with a set of useful skills, she ends up in the Dev...
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I woke up to the sunlight hitting me straight in the face. How lovely... My head was still buzzing and I was a bit confused... I look around the room and check it well, thinking that I might dream... This is surely not my room! As my eyes adjust, I take in the dark wood-paneled walls adorned with vintage paintings, each one a silent witness to the history of the mafia.
The bed, an imposing structure, stands at the heart of the room, a throne of comfort and luxury, classic Dante. Plush pillows and silky sheets create an inviting nest, but the air carries an undercurrent of authority, reminding me of the powerful figure who commands this space.
I glance towards the mahogany desk in the corner. It serves as a stark reminder of the world I inhabit, a world where wealth and secrecy intermingle. The crystal chandelier above adds a touch of elegance, but it's the subtle scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air that makes me aware of Dante's meticulous attention to detail.
As I walk across the room, my steps muffled by the plush carpeting, I catch a glimpse of the walk-in closet, full of tailored suits, each one seemingly chosen to project an image of strength and authority.
This is no ordinary waking space; it's a realm where power and luxury converge, and every element speaks of a carefully curated existence. As I stand amid his bedroom, I am acutely aware that even in the realm of dreams, the weight of the criminal empire hangs in the air, adding an extra layer of complexity to the waking reality.
"Morning, Principessa! How are you doing?" A familiar voice calls me as I jump on the bed.
I turn my head and see how Serafina popped into the room with a glass of water in her hands. Her formal, yet expensive style tells me that she isn't here for our normal morning chats.
"Morning, cuore mio!"
"How are you feeling? Is your body okay? Can you move?"
"Yeah... Oh, by the way! What exactly happened?"
"Well, you should ask your boss! He was the one who called me, even if I was drunk, to order to come here and save your life. I don't know what exactly happened because I just found you shot in the chest. He is at his office if you really wanna go and ask him about that night."
"How many days I was off?"
"Four days... I thought you might not be alive anymore! You scared the shit out of me, honey!" She screams at me. I understand her this time. We've been friends since we were four and we both couldn't live without each other.
"Sorry, I scared you! Also, sorry to interrupt you but I have to go see Dante!"
"Of course! Go!"
I leave the room as fast as possible, hearing Serafina yelling at me from behind.
