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63. - Antonio Giovinazzi

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"Your 9 o'clock appointment will be a bit late, Sir." The charming and very underdressed assistant told Antonio after being invited inside his office.

It was a huge room with a round leather table in the middle, able to welcome a dozen persons. On both sides were shelves full with books, most of them classics of the world's literature. A desk was facing huge windows with a view on the dark sky and the city lights. Antonio's office was on the first floor of his club in the trendiest neighbourhood of the city.

"No surprise there." Mumbled Antonio. "Russians are impolite." He waved his assistant away and put his head back to the papers on his desk, showing maps and different numbers. He was not excited by this appointment at all, he didn't want to do business with the Russians because he knew how they always negociated until the very end. He was tired before it even began, and the fact that the chief of the Russian mafia was running late only pissed him more.

He poured himself a glass of scotch, hoping it would brighten his mood, as he faced the city. His city.

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Your plane arrived later than it was supposed to, some last minute business to deal with back at home. You breathed in the hot Italian air, delighted to feel the warmth compared to the cold temperatures in Saint Petersburg at the moment.

This would be your first business meeting since you were appointed leader of the Russian mafia after the death of your mentor Vitoly. You wanted to renegotiate the deal made on oil with the Italian mafia and you would not step back until you got what you wanted.

Your driver drove you to a nightclub already full of people. Young girls were staring at you, your cold blue eyes and your long white fur coat, when you entered the club before the line. You looked around, unimpressed, and a lady dressed as a stripper accompanied you upstairs to the office of the Italian mafia leader. You eyed the girl up and down to make her uncomfortable and entered the room.

"Mr Giovinazzi."

"And who are you?" The Italian man rose from his seat to stand in front of you. You didn't move an inch.

"Y/N. Chief of the Russian mafia."

Antonio looked taken aback by your words. He eyed your face and whole body, as if to judge if you were really who you pretended to be.

"What about Vitoly?"

"Dead. Killed by the Chinese. But I'm sure this will not disturb our negotiation, will it?" You smirked and raised an eyebrow as you took your coat off your shoulders to push it into his arms.

You smoothed your tight black dress out, showing him all your curves. You caught him gulp not so discreetly before he showed you a chair around a round leather table. He poured you a drink and took a seat in front of you, on the other side of the table.

You arched an eyebrow, waiting for him to start talking.

"So I heard you wanted to talk about our oil deal?"

"Yes. Vitoly had made you a friendly deal. That's not my policy. With the money you give us, we can only provide for half the barrels you receive today. But I'm sure we can find an arrangement, can't we?"

Antonio frowned but asked you to continue.

"You will give us an office in your nice club and let us do business in your city."