I stepped out of the dimly lit room, my heart still racing from the encounter with The Boss. The cool night air hit me like a slap in the face, but I welcomed it. I needed a clear head to process the deal I had just made.
As I walked down the deserted alley, a figure emerged from the shadows. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He was tall, with chiseled features and a strong jawline, his dark hair perfectly messy. But it was his eyes that held me captive - cold, calculating, and yet, somehow alluring.
"You're the new girl," he stated, his deep voice sending a thrill through me.
I nodded, trying to appear confident. "Sophia Russo. And you are...?"
"Marco Bianchi. The Enforcer."
My heart skipped a beat. I had heard whispers about him, the ruthless right-hand man of The Boss. The one who carried out the dirty work with precision and mercy.
Marco gestured for me to follow him, and I did, my eyes fixed on his broad shoulders as he led me through the winding streets of Little Italy. We eventually stopped at a nondescript warehouse on the outskirts of town.
"Your new workplace," Marco said, his voice devoid of emotion. "You'll be helping with...collections."
I swallowed hard, sensing the weight of my new role. I was now a part of the syndicate, bound by blood and loyalty to The Boss and his empire.
As we entered the warehouse, the sounds of shouting and fists hitting flesh filled the air. Marco's gaze never wavered, his expression unchanging. I, on the other hand, felt my stomach twist into knots.
This was my new reality - a world of violence, fear, and darkness. And Marco Bianchi was my guide, my mentor, and my tormentor.
