@Knight The Sicilian Mafia was a famous criminal syndicate within Italy. Those who dared cross their boundaries would be killed with no explanation, and for the life that she was given when she breathed in the world's surroundings, Caterina could not think of a place any better than what she had grown up with. The young woman adored everything that was offered to her on a silver platter- the large feathery white mansion, the lavishing food and wine, all along with the beautiful luxurious landscape outside. One of her favorite places to go to was the spa out back, as well as the large garden outside, filled with a plethora of different flowers, including pink roses and white lilies, which circled the mansion. It was more than what she could ask for and her father was able to provide her with it all. Caterina's life had been practically stress free of the outside dangers, everything was wonderful with her mother and father, it was a beautiful life, that was, until her mother passed away. Years passed; after everyone was able to get past the idealistic thought that everything which happened in life was inevitable, everyone seemed to pass by and carry on with their daily misdeeds of things like gambling, drug trafficking, loan sharking, and money laundering. Even though her father continued to bring her great cheer, Caterina still felt lonely inside. She sought out "help" from her Papà's men, becoming a different woman- cunning and deceitful, no longer sweet and innocent. A tough shell was built around her and now, Caterina was still the same from the first day she'd decided that she was going to change her fate. The young woman idly sat herself upon the mahogany coloured desk, smooth upper thighs bare and a nice tight red dress hugging her curves. A nearly finished cigarette was placed in between her right index finger and thumb, as she removed it from her lips, blowing another ring of smoke into the air. She had been expecting a man, or rather, her father, Lorenzo, a middle-aged man nearing his 50 mark, was expecting an old friend. Caterina found no interest or any reason as to why she had to meet this man whom she barely knew anything about. Her father had only shared his name once- before she'd found out that he was going to be assigned as her bodyguard. The idea irked her; she had no love of being the damsel in distress- that was archaic in her handbook. Regardless of her own thoughts and personal feelings though, she reluctantly agreed to meet her Father's friend. Apparently the reason for this round up was because it seemed that her life was on the line after her father had a brush in with a rival of his- one from the a Cammora group. Caterina believed she did not need any personal protection from any of his men- simply the rumour of her life being 'on the line' was enough to make her father go this far with security and protection of his only daughter. She understood her Father's means of doing so- he wanted to keep his daughter safe and, by all means, wasn't willing to take any risks by letting her walk alone any longer. Caterina took another puff of her cigarette, irritation blatant in her body language and continuous groaning and complaining. "I can't do this if he doesn't get his ass in here," she grunted, sitting up stiffly and glancing at the clock on the left side of the room, harshly surveying the ceaseless ticking sound that emitted from the clock's hands. She dipped her cigarette into the ash tray on the end of her Father's desk, crushing it to smithereens. "Where is he papà? You know I hate waiting." Just as she was about to step down from the desk and head towards the exit across the room, there was a knock on the door. Caterina immediately glanced back at her father who sent a small smirk her way. "Good things come to those who wait," he stated amiably as he pushed himself up from his chair and began to walk towards the door. Caterina, feeling tongue-tight, prepared herself for the best and for the worst. Slipping off the desk, her black high heels gently hit the ground as she straightened her body. All of a sudden, she felt trickles of sweat building up. She didn't know who this man was- he was a stranger no matter whether he was an old friend or not. As soon as the doors opened, Caterina felt her soul being silently taken away as her chocolate brown eyes connected with his.