Perfectionist

Capture

Antonio's POV

I don't know what happened to her but she kept silent for a few days before calling me and requesting for a partnership.

Whatever, today was my chance.

I had been graced with the chance to let my abilities shine.

I was a diamond in the rough.

I knew I was.

Why?

I am a reincarnated person.

Yes, you heard me.

I reincarnated with an item.

My original life on this earth was that of poverty, endless letdowns and no shortage of betrayal.

The world was like a facade.

It looked pretty on the outside but was rotten and festering on the inside.

I.

Despised.

Every.

Single.

Bit.

Of.

It.

Be it for food, water or just throwing someone under the bus to profit from it, I was backstabbed repeatedly and fell for it time and time again.

But one day, I realised it.

I had understood how this world worked, the inner contraptions of minds, how to notice any minuscule movements and determine how a person felt, thought and was going to do.

But it was too late.

I had been killed.

When I woke up, I was in the body of one Antonio Giovanni, wastrel son of the head of one of the most terrifying mafia groups in the world.

I had been given an item.

It sort of clicked in my mind how it worked.

It had two functions.

One, it could identify backstabbers if I ever came into contact with them.

This was what let my family flourish, growing stronger than ever.

And the second?

It would vibrate...When it identified a 'soulmate'.

A person that would be my 'ideal' person.

A person that would never betray me.

And that person, was Alexis Niko.

I was sent by my father to recruit and the strangest thing happened.

I could read people's faces to find out everything about them.

Now the weird thing was not that I couldn't read her face, no.

It was that I could read it too well.

She had her life story on display to me and wore her heart on her sleeve.

She exuded a certain feeling that I had never seen in anyone over seven.

Innocence.

This girl reeked of innocence, her face was devoid of a single trace of evil intent.

At this point, there were two possibilities.

One: She was someone who had completely mastered the art of disguise.