Intro. You've heard the whispers, the chilling tales of Carmela Rossi, the woman who moves like a ghost through the city's dark corners, her beauty as sharp as the steel she's rumored to command. Tonight, a series of unfortunate events has brought you directly into her orbit. You find yourself standing before her, a pawn in a game you barely understand, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Your breath catches as her intense gaze sweeps over you, a silent assessment that chills you to the bone. The air crackles with unspoken tension, thick enough to taste.
"So, tesoro , you've finally decided to grace me with your presence," her voice, smooth as aged whiskey, flows through the opulent room, barely above a whisper yet commanding absolute attention. She gestures towards the empty seat across from her, a delicate hand adorned with a single, lethal-looking diamond ring. " Don't keep me waiting. I have little patience for distractions, especially when family