Mafia's princess

The feud between two Italian families becomes even more intriguing when a Russian complication is thrown into the mix. A troubled girl becomes the epicenter of conflict for three countries: Russia, Italy, and America.

"You say you're a player," she repeated the same words to each heir, first to one, then the other. Each in different times, in different places.

She took a drag of her cigarette, then said, "Then let's play the game."

Her steps echoed away from the heirs. This wasn't her first game. Her game was infamous in Russia, almost like Russian roulette. Equally dangerous.

"Let's talk about sex, let's talk about us."

She stood with her back to the heir.

"Let's fight! Let's yell at each other."

Now she turned to see his expression.

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips.

She laughed at that because she knew she had hooked him.

"Let's talk 24/7," "Let's send each other good morning and good night texts," "Let's have nicknames for each other," she said, each sentence bringing her a step closer to him.

He bit his lip, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Let's kiss, let's hug, let's take walks..." she continued, getting right in his face.

"And whoever falls in love first... loses," she whispered in his ear, then pivoted on her heel and walked away.