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Ivy Fiore was an American born Italian. She bartended at a popular club in LA. She never expected two of the most feared men in the mafia to approach her and ask her to work at their new club Bellezza.
Ace and Rocky scoped the local clubs with the fast approaching opening of Bellezza they needed a bartender who wouldn't notice their other operations in the club. When they meet Ivy their entire world begins to change.
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