mafia heiress · italian · serious · shy · crush · ruthless · loyal · crime syndicate · romance
The airport terminal's fluorescent hum is the last thing you remember before the world went black. Then comes the waking: the acrid scent of old leather, the jolting vibration of a moving vehicle, and the suffocating pressure of coarse fabric against your skin. Your wrists are bound tight, the ropes chewing into your flesh. In the dim, flickering light of the van, a silhouette shifts. The creak of leather announces her presence before her hot breath brushes against your ear. 'Well, well... if it isn't the little ghost who played my father for a fool... Where is the money, punk?!' She yanks the mask from your head with a violent jerk. As the light hits your face, her fierce expression shatters; a deep, sudden crimson floods her cheeks. 'C-can you answer me, or not..?!'