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It was yet another usual Friday for Dominic Rossi, or rather Samael De Luca as he was known in this twisted world of mafia. He was sitting on top of a muscular man, holding tight into his shirt with one of his hands as his other hand clenched in a fist was sent back, taking a swing to give the man yet another punch. A crooked smirk was planted on Samael’s face, a spark of mischief in his cold blue eyes. “You better speak up soon, because I could do this all day,” without warning Samael finally punched the man’s jaw, causing a moan to escape him. It was a way for Samael to show him that he wasn’t joking and he wasn’t shy of using force to get what he wanted. “I will ask for the last time, where is the shipment?” Samael’s voice dripped with menace as he leaned in closer to the battered man beneath him. The interior of the seemingly abandoned warehouse was dimly lit by the sun coming through the milky glass, shadows playing on the walls, mirroring the darkness of Samael’s soul. The man, struggling to form words through the pain, spat out a mix of blood and defiance. “You won’t get anything from me. I’d sooner rot in hell”: Samael chuckled, the sound echoing in the big empty hall. “Hell? You’re already living in it”. He grabbed the man’s shirt tighter, pulling him up to meet his gaze behind the swollen eyelids. “And I’m the angel of death”. The following hour unfolded like a brutal symphony, each punch resonating through the air, accompanied by the sickening sound of flesh meeting concrete. The room was steeped in an oppressive silence, broken only by the grunts, labored breaths and occasional demands of Samael which were left unanswered. The determination in Samael’s eyes never vanished but even if he claimed he could do this all day a persistent ache crept up his shoulder, a silent reminder of his own mortality. The cold, unforgiving concrete beneath them seemed to absorb the collective agony of their contest. Beneath the weight of relentless blows, the man now

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lay battered and unrecognizable. He was gasping for breath, his features distorted by pain. It became increasingly apparent that extracting the desired information was becoming an impossible feat. Samael’s gaze flickered momentarily with a hint of frustration. But his frustration didn’t stem from lacking information on how a weapon shipment vanished. Samael knew precisely where the shipment went, as he orchestrated its disappearance himself. From what he knew, the entire shipment was confiscated by the CIA in a covert manner. It appeared as a theft from a rival mafia, but the weapons were now in the hands of law enforcement. He was more disappointed that the man beneath him didn't have the will to fight anymore or at least beg for forgiveness. The thrill of the beating was vanishing, but the rage within Samael burned only brighter.

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In rare moments like these, where the silence was filled only with heavy breathing and the gurgling of blood in one's throat, Samael wondered how he had ended up here. He had transformed into something his parents always condemned, someone he once despised. In the past, his world had clear borders between white and black, where the law protected victims and punished criminals. Violence was not an answer and should be avoided. However, during these six years undercover, the borders blended together, and Samael wasn't exactly sure anymore who he was. Initially, he followed the rules of the mafia community to survive within and gain access to crucial information. He was determined to bring the Ferretti mafia down with one decisive move. However, the longer he stayed inside, the more he changed. He was never supposed to be on the inside for longer than a year. The CIA understood the psychological influence of living undercover, how agents were irrevocably changed during the year, and how everyone needed a reality check after a while. Somehow, Samael's position within the Ferretti family and the information he had been feeding the CIA were reasons he was kept on the inside. Samael didn't show signs of wanting or needing to get out, it was his life now. Every few months, he underwent a mandatory psychological evaluation at one of the safe houses of the CIA. He managed to paint a bigger picture, bringing not only the Ferretti family but also their associates into vivid focus. Playing the role of the savior of Chicago’s underworld was just one of the masks he wore. Samael pushed himself up from the man. The way the man let out a quiet groan and slowly rolled to the side, he was certainly not going to run off. Samael straightened his back, reaching into his leather jacket and pulling out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood and dirt on his hands. While doing so, he stared down at the man who seemed to be losing consciousness. Samael wasn’t sure what he was feeling as he o

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bserved his handiwork, but the undercurrent of rage still pulsed within him. The dimly lit hall bore witness to the aftermath of their brutal confrontation, the air thick with tension and the scent of violence. Samael took a deep breath, attempting to quell the storm of emotions raging beneath his stoic exterior. The man beneath him lay sprawled and defeated, a mere pawn in the intricate game of power and betrayal that defined Samael's existence. With the handkerchief stained in the evidence of their struggle, Samael cast a last disdainful glance at the fallen figure. After putting away his handkerchief he reached for the concealed holster beneath his leather jacket and retrieved a black gun. The cold steel of the weapon felt familiar in his grip, a stark reminder of the merciless world he navigated. Without a shred of remorse, Samael raised the gun. The hall held its breath as a single shot shattered the stillness, the sound reverberating off the walls. The man’s body twitched briefly before falling limp, another victim of Samael De Luca. The echoes of the gunshot lingered as Samael holstered the gun with a practiced ease, already making his way towards the exit with purposeful strides. Leaving the scene of brutality behind, Samael headed towards his motorcycle. He already spent too much time with the man. His initial plan was to only set a message for others, not to mess with the Ferretti family even when he knew that he was responsible for the disappearance of the shipment. It was a way of protecting himself and proving his loyalty to the Ferretti family all over again. Though no one ordered him to kill the man, it was Samael’s frustration and rage that pushed him to it. But he didn’t have the time to think about it, the roar of his motorcycle’s engine cut through the blind alley, propelling him towards the next order of business.

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A few hours later As the night unfolded, Samael’s path led him to the upscale district where the planned dinner of Gabriel Ferretti’s trusted men awaited. It was always a welcomed event, occurring once a month, offering a chance to unwind. Though it was supposed to be a treat from the don, Samael suspected the missing weapon shipment could come up in the conversations. It ticked his unease for a moment, but that concern was swiftly overshadowed by an entirely different feeling. This dinner was also one of those occasions where he would have to face Valeria Ferreti, the don’s daughter. He always tried his best to ignore her at such meetings. After all, she was just a woman who had no business snooping around in the mafia’s affairs. Yet, somehow, she always managed to push Samael's buttons, driving him to the brink of madness. She never knew when to stop. He walked into the elegant restaurant, where soft lighting, murmurs of conversation, and the clinking of cutlery filled the air. Adjusting his leather jacket, which wasn’t exactly proper attire for such a setting, Samael strode towards their usual large table with a cool confidence. The atmosphere shifted as he approached, the men already seated exchanged nods of acknowledgment, their expressions revealing a mix of respect and wariness. Gabriel Ferretti, a commanding presence at the head of the table, acknowledged Samael with a subtle nod. He took his seat on the right side of Gabriel with a heavy sigh. He had a long day behind him, and it wasn’t clear how long this dinner would last or what troubles it could bring. Without engaging with anyone, he quickly poured wine for himself, swiftly finishing the glass before pouring another. He could feel a few side eyes sent his way, but he didn’t care, the only person who could point out his manners was Gabriel, and at this moment, it didn’t seem as if he even noticed. With the wine entering his bloodstream, he felt the warmth of unwinding, and the noise of his own t

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houghts wasn’t as loud anymore. Taking another sip of his wine and leaning back in his seat, he finally took a moment to look at the people present. While his face was one of indifference, there was only one person who could throw him off balance. And deep inside he was hoping she wouldn’t be here.

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@𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂

Birth. The birth of a new life is a moment of pure joy and wonder, bringing with it a sense of hope and endless possibilities. To others, it signifies the continuation of love and the beauty of creation. It is a reminder of the miracle of life and the precious gift of family. The arrival of a new baby fills hearts with happiness and gratitude, reminding us of the power of new beginnings and the importance of cherishing every moment. Birth is a celebration of life and a testament to the unwavering bond that connects us all. Right? Well not to Gabriel Ferretti, the notorious don in all of Chicago city. The news of his wife Fiorella, brought a mix of emotions to Gabriel. Despite years of yearning for a child Gabriel had fervently hoped for a son to inherit his criminal empire. His anticipation, hopes and dreams died, at the gender reveal party when the black balloon was popped and pink glitter showered down on the couple. Gabriel’s vision of success, legacy and visions became a blur. Valeria Ferretti, often referred to as "the Princess" in the mafia world, was born into the prestigious Ferretti Mafia Family on a warm summer day in Palermo, Italy. As the only daughter of Gabriel Ferretti, her mother leaving shortly after Val was 2, leaving Gabriel to raise her on his own. Valeria grew up surrounded by the luxurious lifestyle that came with being part of a powerful mafia family. She wasnt well liked by her father, as he believed that women should have no place to be a Don in a criminal world like this. Growing up, Valeria rarely saw her father, only seeing the man on special occasions such as birthdays and graduations. Throughout her childhood she was raised by Gabriel’s former left hand man, Raphael Esquite, who Valeria often called father. However Valeria was not sheltered from the harsh realities of the mafia world.

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She experienced numerous instances of death, conflict, and competition that played a pivotal role in shaping her into the resilient and determined individual she embodies today. By the time she was 19 years old, her adeptness and strategic acumen in business were admirable, finally drawing the attention of her father, whom she yearned for years. He acknowledged her capabilities and decieded it was time to entrusted her with an opportunity to contribute to the family. He started to assign his daughter to minor yet crucial tasks within the family business. These tasks ranged from simple errands to more discreet responsibilities, such as keeping a watchful eye on allies of the Ferretti family during their business dealings. In essence, she functioned as a trusted liaison and getaway driver when needed. Despite the seemingly mundane nature of her duties, she approached each task with unwavering loyalty and dedication to her allies. Her reputation among her peers quickly grew, earning her the moniker "the Princess" for her exceptional grace and poise in handling delicate situations, and for being the only daughter in the family. However, beneath her elegant exterior lay a steely resolve and a fierce determination that caught many by surprise. Those who underestimated her soon discovered that she possessed a formidable strength and cunning that made her a formidable force in the ruthless world of organized crime. It was her unwavering confidence, unrelenting ambition, and ruthless nature that gradually earned her the respect of her father, a man not easily impressed. After years of yearning for his approval and tirelessly proving her worth, she finally received a significant assignment at the age of 29 that would test her skills and establish her as a force to be reckoned with in the dangerous hierarchy of the criminal underworld. Finally, something prove that she was worth taking over the family business.

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1 Day before the event Meeting. The first meeting is always terrifying, espically when she didnt know what he was going to say. As she walked with purpose towards her father's office at the back of their grand mansion, her heart rate steadily increased with each diligent step. The sound of her pounding heart grew louder, drowning out the nearby noises as she neared the tall, dark mahogany doors that marked the entrance to his domain. Val came to a halt, her gaze fixed on the imposing doors, a mix of nervousness and determination in her eyes. She took a moment to compose herself, straightening out her black blazer with precision, buttoning it up the middle, and meticulously dusting off her black pants to ensure she presented herself flawlessly before entering the room. The anticipation and tension in the air were palpable as she prepared to face whatever awaited her on the other side of those doors. "Enter," a gruff voice commanded from behind the imposing doors, prompting Valeria to push them open slowly, revealing the opulent office beyond. The room was bathed in darkness, illuminated only by the warm glow of cherry wood furnishings. To the right, a crackling fireplace cast flickering shadows across the room, beside which stood a poker table with four chairs. In the center of the room, a grand cherry wood desk dominated the space, with a large leather chair positioned behind it where her father sat, exuding an aura of authority. Two leather chairs sat in front of the desk, awaiting their occupants. -

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Behind her father, a towering bookshelf displayed a vast collection of books, while a well-stocked mini bar adorned the left-hand side of the room. "Sit," her father commanded, gesturing towards the chair on the left. Valeria inclined her head ever so slightly in acknowledgment before walking towards the designated seat and taking her place. This was her first one-on-one meeting with her father, and though nerves fluttered within her, she maintained a facade of composure. Sitting upright with a steely gaze, she met her father's eyes with unwavering determination."Father." The word 'father' never quite sat right with Val, as Gabriel had never truly acted like one towards her. Despite her feelings, out of respect, she addressed him as such, though the bitterness lingered beneath the surface. "What does this task require?" Val inquired, her head tilting ever so slightly in curiosity. Gabriel met her gaze, a soft smirk forming on his face as he observed the coldness in her eyes—a familiar look that mirrored his own youthful determination. Leaning forward, he casually pushed his whiskey glass aside. "I want you to be in charge of this shipment," he stated, handing her an iPad for further details. Val accepted the device, scanning the information displayed before her. "The Serenity Voyager?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. As she read through the details, she noted that the ship was scheduled to arrive tomorrow evening, just before the event commenced. "The Serenity Voyager carries multiple cargoes, primarily the weapons we have imported from Europe," Gabriel explained, his tone matter-of-fact as he outlined the task at hand.

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"And I want you to be there, ensuring the safety of our shipment, as it is our largest one to date. I need you to monitor it closely, tracking its progress every hour, and be present when it reaches the South bay at 5 tomarrow," He stated with a confident smile. Val couldn't help but feel a surge of happinesswithin her. This was her moment to prove her capabilities to her father and demonstrate her leadership skills by assembling a competent team to assist her. "I won't disappoint you," she affirmed, nodding in agreement as she set the iPad down and rose from her seat. "I will gather my team and brief them on the situation. Additionally, I will deploy a few men to stand guard at the docks to prevent any interference from the Sorrentos," she declared with a sense of purpose and readiness. "Very well, do what you need, the whole team is ready to assist you" He would state as he got up, holding a hand out towards her. "Dont disappointment me" His voice laced with venom, as Val would grab his hand and firmly shake it, leaving his office to collect her team.

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A Hour After The Event Started Disaster. overwhelming, chaotic, and disorienting, fear, confusion, and helplessness. Everything Val was feeling. "MARCO. MARCO COME IN," a voice urgently spoke through Val's earpiece, unaware that Marco had been captured. The shipment had mysteriously vanished off the radar, the men Val had gathered for the operation were missing at the dock, and panic began to set in as Valeria tried to make sense of the unfolding disaster. How could a shipment simply disappear without a trace, and why wasn't her trusted main man at the dock responding? "Giovanni, come in," Val called out, her finger pressed against the earpiece as she paced anxiously around the mansion, preparing for her father's event. "Go for the Mamba," a young male voice responded through the earpiece. "Gio, what is the status update on the Serenity? Do we have anything?" Val's voice trembled with despair as she hastily slipped on her pair of Christian Louboutin red bottoms to complement her stunning black silk dress with a daring thigh-high slit. First she was late for the event, and now this! It was like fighting fire with fire. It felt like the world wanted to watch her fail. "Nothing yet Valeria, we are working on it, Ive sent a couple of men to the docks to find Marco, we think the Sorrentos had something to do with this" Gio spoke through the earpiece as Valeria would sigh heavily shaking her head leaving her room to find her bodyguard as they would leave to the event.

Her mind racing as the thought of seeing Samael her 'rivial' slipped her mind, everything thing, she didnt know how her father was going to react to hearing news like this. or perhaps he already knew. As she arrived to the event, her bodyguard opened the limo door as she stepped out, her hair down covering her earpiece so she was keeping to date with the situation, as she walked in a sea of people already there, mingling around, drinking and chattering. Val would look around for her family stopping now and then to say hi to the other dons. As she was walking she froze, Samael.. the one and only man she despised in the family. The man she had to complete with for the don, her father loved him like he was his own son, adored him so much he made Samuel his second hand man, a position that was supposed to be given to her. A scowl formed on the princesses face as she would slowly approach the table greeting everybody there but Samael, as she took a seat on the left side right across from him as she gave the man a scowl and nothing more turning her attention to her father, who looked at her with a cheeky grin. "Almost two hours late and lost the ONE shipment she was incharge of" Her father spoke so the whole table heard, as he chuckled, enraged but trying to mask it with rude humor. "This is exactly why a women cant be incharge of MY family.. MY own blood lets me down" He once more said, downing his whiskey as Vals face turned red with rage, biting her tongue so she didnt snap on him. "This is why Samuel is going to be the future Don, he knows how to take care of business, the right way" He smiled proudly looking at Samael, as Valeria would growl quietly to herself, getting up and leaving the table heading towards the bar, she couldnt stand being there any longer. Being berated by her father, and Samuel just sitting there mad her blood boil even more.

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The bartender would slide over her rum, as she would grab the glass and down it, sliding the glass back. "Another one" she sighed, hoping to hear back from Giovanni soon.

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@Taiga On The Shelf 🐅 {So sorry for the double ping was fixing up some grammar}

The more time passed, the more Samael felt his shoulders finally relax. The evening was proceeding as usual, and it seemed that no one at the table had the urge to discuss their work. Even the worst kinds of people needed a break sometimes. The wine kept flowing, soon accompanied by the first appetizers, followed by whatever meal the men wanted. A laid-back atmosphere prevailed, with many at the table engaged in various discussions. Samael, as always, remained reserved, mostly listening and only adding a few words to the conversations. Sometimes he felt the urge to engage in their discussions, but he knew that the haze from the wine could cause him to slip up about his past. He sometimes felt like a shadow in their group, always there but barely noticed. However, this quality and skill of secrecy were what had carried him to his position within the mafia now and protected his true identity from them. Samael felt like he could lose himself in the conversations, a smirk plastered on his face as he listened to two of the men bickering about who was the better shooter. Samael knew that neither of them would hit the target the way they described, but he wasn’t going to tell them. He was too amused by their verbal confrontation. They were almost reaching the height of their conflict, one's face redder than the others, when suddenly their expressions changed. The conversations at the table died down, and it seemed as though the men suddenly wanted to appear better than they actually were. Samael’s shoulders tensed, and with a heavy sigh, he turned to the cause of the ice age at their table. It was then that he noticed the unmistakable figure of Valeria Ferretti maneuvering between the tables and quickly approaching them. Her demeanor was clear even from a distance, not once did her body lose balance as she took long and heavy strides in her high heels. Samael knew exactly what had caused a frown on her face as she reached the table. It amused him, in a twisted sort of wa

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y, to see her attempt to maintain composure amidst the chaos he had caused. Her disdainful glances towards him were barely registered as he observed her interactions with the others, her carefully constructed facade cracking with each forced smile and insincere greeting. Samael couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction knowing that she was uncomfortable in his presence, her composure slipping as she avoided him altogether. It wasn’t a coincidence that Samael had chosen this particular weapon shipment to disappear. While bringing any evidence to the CIA was long overdue, his only push to act on the order happened the moment he heard who would be in charge of the shipment. It was the perfect moment to kill two birds with one stone. He would brush off the CIA for another few months while also undermining Valeria’s abilities to handle any kind of business within the family. Samael never liked people who were full of themselves, and Valeria was a prime candidate for those. He could never resist the possibility of nudging the crown off her head a little bit more.

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Samael could have bathed in her frustration and enjoyed every second of it, but his mood was inevitably worsening as their calm and entertaining evening was about to be interrupted by a storm. He took a big breath and finished off his wine just as Valeria took her seat at the table across from him. Gabriel wasn’t one to hold back, and his words cut through the air like a knife, his mocking tone laced with thinly veiled contempt. It was a familiar scene, one that played out time and time again. The relationship between them was volatile, a constant power struggle fueled by resentment and disappointment. Samael could never decide if it was Gabriel’s way of pushing her away from the world he operated in or if he truly didn’t carry any empathy towards his daughter. The people around the table fell silent, Gabriel’s tone implied that only he deserved everyone’s attention at the moment. While everyone’s attention was directed towards Gabriel, Samuel was captivated by Valeria’s look. He saw her composure slowly falling apart the more her father threw words at her, the redness of her frustration creeping towards the tips of her ears, her lips pursed in a hardly noticeable pout. Samuel should have felt sorry for her, or at least tried to look guilty as her father stripped her of any dignity in front of everyone, but his body reacted in an entirely different way, a smirk crawling up his face. In this round, he was the winner. And he couldn’t stop himself from basking in the victory once more, especially when Gabriel gave him the perfect bait. “I spend more time taking care of business than pampering myself,” Samael retorted, his voice laced with poison. He leaned back in his chair and raised a glass of wine to his own words as the others at the table couldn’t stop chuckling, holding back their laughs to remain somewhat respectful of the don’s daughter. Gabriel clicked his tongue and swore in Italian under his breath, waving his hand in front of him. It seemed he didn’t hav

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e the means to continue this discussion and looked very disappointed by his own daughter. Samael wasn’t surprised that Valeria sprinted away from the confrontation the moment her father brushed her off. She certainly had a big mouth when it came to telling people off, but somehow when it came to confronting her father, she always seemed to close off. Samuel shook his head and drank some more of his wine that was certainly reaching every cell of his body. He felt relief that the lost weapon shipment was rather brushed off easily, although he suspected he would have to deal with it later. For tonight, at least, this thing wasn’t weighing heavily on his shoulders. He did everything he could to cover up his involvement in the theft of the weapons, and the way Gabriel reacted, Samael was off the hook. Using Valeria’s inexperience in this matter was the perfect cover. After a while, when the tension at the table dissipated and the men returned to their casual conversations, Samael found himself sinking into his own thoughts. The way Valeria was put back in her place again still caused a smirk to play on his lips, yet he was disappointed that nothing more came out of it. Somewhere deep inside, he wished for a scene caused by Valeria just to see how her face would blush and how she would start talking with her hands, mixing Italian and English at the same time. It was one of the sights he had enjoyed most in the past years. Surrounded by the same people every day, seeing Valeria was like a breath of fresh air. He felt like a little child in an elevator wanting to push all the buttons at once to provoke Valeria and actually feel any other emotion than absolute emptiness.

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Samael cleared his throat, quickly scanning the room and noticing the one person he was looking for by the bar. He was surprised to see her still there, as he assumed she would have sprinted off home or tried to figure out what happened to the shipment. Excusing himself with a casual nod, he made his way to the bar where Valeria was sitting alone, nursing her drink with a brooding expression. He casually took a seat one away from Valeria, leaning his head on his elbow and turning towards her. For a moment, he didn’t say anything and simply kept staring at her, hoping she would throw a bait towards him, but he also wasn’t patient enough to wait for an answer. “If you are looking for your… friend, you should check warehouse two on deck five,” his voice was surprisingly soft and deep compared to the sharpness of it at the table. “I hope he wasn’t your lover or something. I doubt he’ll be able to satisfy you now,” Samael finished with a smirk, his tone dripping with malice. “But I must say you have a horrible taste in men. He didn’t even know how to beg, and I’m sure you’re someone who needs to be begged for to get turned on,” Samael continued, his smirk widening as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. He clicked his tongue, his face still inches away from hers. His cold blue eyes studied her expression and gaze for a moment, his brown curls falling onto his forehead. “If only there were some brains behind the looks, maybe then your father would treat you more like an adult and let you play with the grown-ups,” he remarked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Samael couldn’t wait for her to take the bait.

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@𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂

@𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂 unpinged

Valeria would be lost in thoughts, and her drinks perhaps on her third of forth whiskey as she was trying to comprehend what happened. Why now? Something didn’t really seem to add up in her mind but she couldn’t put the nail in the coffin. No ship disappears out of the blue, none the less with all her team wearing earpieces, there was no sounds of distress prior to one of her members being murdered. Whoever caused this mess was clearly a skilled person, knowing their way around the mafia life style She deeply inhaled and sharply exhaled seeing Samuel taking a seat near her as she would down the remaining whiskey, Samuel was nothing but the definition of annoying and cocky. The way he carried himself disgusted her as she knew he was the favorite and could pretty much get anything his way. But something caught her attention as he spoke about where to find her friend, her head snapped towards him as she stare intensely at him “Pardon?!” she would say her voice venomous, how would he know where to check “How do you where to check..” she would say skeptically as she leaned forward and rolled her eyes “Ugh disgusting he is Not my lover you asswipe, and please he couldn’t satisfy me if he tried” she would say her voice ice cold now as she would wave him off. He was like the annoying bug that wouldn’t leave the living room, she knew he got some sorts of high or pleasure just seeing herself mad and she doesn’t know why she feeds into that strange addiction of his “Oh? How would you know that..” she would sneer “Maybe he did beg in his own ways, or perhaps he begged the way I like hearing men beg” she would retort, leaning back as he would lean closer to her, maintaining that eye contact “but why would you care? Jealous perhaps” * she hummed chuckling softly*

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as he was nearing inches from her she would too study his facial feature. He was an attractive man, and she hated herself for finding him attractive. His blue eyes like the ocean, and the way he carried himself , though hating it was very attractive as she would play into his little game, and near closer, their nose touching almost as she would grip his chin gently “Oh? I don’t recall asking for your input and or advice about my relationship with my father, yet you seem to but your dirty little nose into it hm?” she would whisper into his lips as she pushed him head back away from her now , she wasn’t going to allow him to win today. It was hard to suppress everything and cuss him out, but she wanted the satisfaction of seeing him be upset and not giving him a reaction he wanted as suddenly her earpiece went off Princess.. princess can you hear me? Giovanni spoke as Valeria eyes widen slightly as she would whisper back Yes, Yes I can what’s going on she responded as Giovanni’s voice would cut in and out I think— *radio static* deck five— Radio static *as the earpiece would fully shutdown as Valeria would call* Giovanni?! Gio- gio come in-` “Ugh!” she would rip the earpiece out and put it in her back “Fuck me” she growled as she would rub her head and looked at Samuel her piercing blue eyes staring into his soul “How did you know about what deck to check Huh”

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@Taiga On The Shelf 🐅 (So sorry for the wait)

Samael faced the ice queen without a second thought about the potential impact of his words. He didn’t care about any feelings or opinions Valeria might have regarding his manner of speech. His sole desire was to chip away at some of her ice and see how deep he could go. Initially, he doubted he would reach his goal of provoking her into some kind of action, feeling disappointed by her lack of fighting spirit. However, Samael knew Valeria could bite, so he pressed on. The moment he began unpacking his final verbal blades, which rolled off his tongue, Valeria snapped at him. It caused a different kind of burn in Samael’s chest, making him straighten his back, a mischievous smirk appearing on his lips as he looked down at Valeria with a spark in his eyes. Samael managed to catch his prey. And the prey seemed to suffer from Stockholm syndrome, as Valeria played along with their twisted game and leaned toward Samael. Her remark about him being jealous didn’t escape his attention, and Samael had to take a moment, raising his eyebrows and squinting. “You are mistaking courtesy for jealousy. And for your information,” Samael felt Valeria’s fingers grip his chin, a smirk appearing on his lips again as his voice took on a rasp, “I don’t beg for women. They beg for me.” The air between them felt static, hitting Samael’s skin with sharp little needles. It was the feeling Samael always sought whenever he had the chance to provoke Valeria. He called it their pinnacle of hatred, the moment when a single spark could combust the atmosphere around them. And Valeria was holding a blazing torch, her lips grazing Samael’s, causing him to take a big breath. He got what he came for. He drove Valeria to her edge, and he couldn’t wait for the combustion that would come next. But to Samael’s disappointment, the moment was suddenly ripped apart as Valeria pushed him away and instantly got distracted by what seemed like an earpiece in her ear. Someone could have thrown a bucket of ice wat

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er over Samael’s head, and it would have had the same effect. His body grew rigid, the spark in his eyes was replaced by a different kind of darkness, and he clicked his tongue. This day had drained Samael, and he was hoping for at least some release of his burning emotions. It also made him think why he even decided to check on Valeria. Getting into a heated argument with her was always something that turned his brain off from every pressing matter. But he had to be smarter and stop indulging in this activity. For all he knew, he could have easily slipped up about the shipment just to provoke Valeria even more but unknowingly revealing his true identity.

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Samael turned towards the bar, placing his hands on the counter and looking around for the bartender. The bartender was on the other end of the bar, causing Samael to let out an annoyed sigh. Without a second thought, he leaned over the bar and grabbed himself a whiskey glass and a bottle of amber liquid. He then sat back down and gave himself a moment to read the etiquette on the bottle - it was some kind of older whiskey he didn’t know of but would serve its purpose for shutting up his thoughts. He heard Valeria having some kind of breakdown by his side, but he didn’t care and poured some of the whiskey into his glass. “Sir! You are not allowed to serve yourself!” The bartender ran up to Samael, a mad expression written on his face. He was a tall guy, and the way he stood clearly radiated that he was not to be messed with. Samael slowly raised his gaze to the bartender before looking him directly in the eye while downing the whiskey glass he had served himself before. He heard Valeria ask him a question and decided it would be outright impolite to leave it unanswered. Ignoring the bartender staring him down, he turned to Valeria and instantly noticed the barely noticeable pout that appeared every time when something wasn’t going according to her plan. Usually, he would have taken this moment to strike again, but somehow the accumulated alcohol in his bloodstream, the way Valeria abruptly stopped their game before, and the bartender breathing down his neck pushed him an inch over the edge. His darkened eyes locked with Valeria’s icy ones. “You’d have to beg harder for me to fuck you,” his voice dropped an octave, and it didn’t seem to have the playful tone from before. “Also, you should already realize that I always know everything. Someone has to be responsible for babysitting you and making sure this wicked brain of yours doesn’t bring us down.” “Sir. I must ask you to leave. This is not…” Was something the bartender should’ve never said as in the next moment,

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the short patience of Samael finally snapped. Samael jumped from his barstool, which fell backwards, as he lunged forward, grabbing the bartender by his buttoned-up shirt and pulling on it with one forceful tug. In the next moment, he would let go, sending his hand behind the bartender's head and slamming it against the wooden bar. A loud moan escaped from the bartender, and after the initial confusion, he tried to fight back, trying to get out of Samael’s grip, pressing him against the bar. The restaurant erupted with shrilling screams of nearby women and demands of men jumping from their seats to protect the bartender. In the distance, the security was also rushing to their spot while speaking into a radio - possibly calling the police.

1:20 AM

Samael was still pressing the bartender’s head against the bar, an empty expression on his face. He stared down at his hand pressing the bartender down, and suddenly, every burning emotion that was storming inside of him vanished. This was the Samael that was created from the void and shaped by the demons he was surrounded with. But now, Dominic came back to the surface, and he couldn’t even explain to himself why he was reacting the way he did. The security was nearing closer, and Samael had to make a decision. He leaned closer to the whimpering bartender below him, his voice a low growl, “You should learn something about respect. The next time can end differently.” Samael pushed the bartender, causing him to fall behind the bar as his body grew limp. Samael quickly grabbed into his leather jacket, pulling out a bundle of money and throwing it onto the bartender as he looked around, seeing the security dangerously close, ready to pack him and drag him out of the building. Without thinking, he turned to Valeria, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with him. They may not like each other, but in the end, Valeria belonged to Samael, and what kind of gentleman would he be if he left a lady alone? “Move your cute ass, Princess,” Samael barked at Valeria, his rough hand dropping hers before he would put his arm around her arm to pull her closer to him and force her to keep up with his pace towards the exit. Samael didn’t get the relaxing evening he had wished for, after all.

1:20 AM

@𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂

Valeria couldn't believe Samael's audacity, the way he confronted her without a care for her feelings or opinions. She felt a mix of anger and annoyance as he continued to push her buttons, determined to see how far he could push her. His final words cut deep, and her response snapped at him with a fierce intensity that surprised even herself. As Samael tried to play off her reaction with a smug remark, Valeria felt a surge of anger towards the brunette. It was a dangerous dance they engaged in, one that she knew could easily spiral out of control. She’d fold her arms, rolling her eyes as he mentioned how she was mistakingly taking courtesy for jealousy. Her breath hitched hearing his raspy voice as she would chuckle lowly now, and spoke in a seductive voice, her accent heavier “è così?” is that so? She said as she would trace her fingers from his chin down to his neck, and then shoulders to tease him more, a devilish smirk forming on the princesses face, as she would remove her delicate hands from his body and placed them on her lap “Must be tiring and so hard to reject all the women that beg for you” her voice lacing with sarcasm brushing her soft lips against his The atmosphere was thick with tension as the two sat in a momentary silence. Val was filled with conflicting emotions towards Samuel, a mix of frustration and longing. Although she typically maintained her composure in front of others, Samuel had a way of unnerving her. There was a strange pull towards him, a desire to capture his attention by any means necessary. As Samuel took a deep breath, Valeria felt a rush of butterflies fluttering in her stomach, a sensation she struggled to understand, only for it to be interrupted with her earpiece. Val pushed him away as she turned her body to face the bar, placing her hand on her ear to get a better signal

Gio-Gio come in she said softly, minding no attention to Samuel, not knowing that the brunette was fuming. Her eyes gazing as she would catch a glimpse of him stealing the whiskey bottle, as she would fully pivot to face him once more, awaiting for her answer. How did he know what deck? Something wasn’t adding up, and she was impatiently awaiting her answer from Samuel Her blue eyes widen as he would response gruffly, looking rather shocked he just said that. As she would growl lowly, squinting now as she would raise her voice “EXCUSE ME?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” she spoke using her hands for dramatics, her accent growing heavy as her eyes turned towards the bartender. One blink and suddenly his head was on the wooden bar, Samuel behind panting like a feral animal Valeria felt the anger dissipate as she turned to find chaos unfolding around her. The sound of wailing screams for help pierced through the air, drawing her attention to the approaching security personnel. Her gaze then flickered towards her father, his expression a mask of intense rage that sent a shiver down her spine. Feeling his firm grip on her hand, Valeria instinctively averted her eyes to him as she almost tripped, as he pulled her along “EHI! Cosa fai!” HEY! What are you doing! “I don’t want to go” she would say trying to break from his grip, but clearly failing as he’d bark orders at her Finally letting her arm go, Val would rub it softly, only for him to pull her closer to his side as they would make there way to the exit. Once leaving the building, Val would manage to pry him off, and slap him as she barked back with venom “Who the Hell do you think you are to give me orders!? And “Mi fai lasciare il bar?!” Make me leave the bar She said flaring her hands up in the air as she would stare daggers at him. If looks could kill, Samuel you’d be a dead man

5:57 PM

“What the hell has gotten into! Why would you do something so.. stupid on a day like this!” she said as she began to pace back and forth. First the ship, now this, she couldn’t even imagine what her father was thinking “maledetto idiota!” Damn idiot! She grumbled shaking her head, her ear piece falling as she didn’t even notice, stopping her pace to look at him “Tell me why you did that..” she spoke lowly, her voice colder than ice as they would hear the main doors open in the distance, two voices speaking as if they were trying to search for the two..

5:57 PM

@Taiga On The Shelf 🐅

It grew noticeably colder as Samael burst outside of the restaurant with Valeria beside him. Samael realized he hadn’t even noticed how hot it was inside, and the instant cooling of his sweat was rather unpleasant, but it managed to clear his head. The rage was still burning inside of him, but a more reasonable part of him managed to come forward. He wished for nothing more than to reach his motorcycle and go back to his place, finally leaving the tumultuous day behind. But beside him was a squirming Valeria, her furious voice with a mix of an Italian accent almost bringing his eardrums to burst. “Porca miseria, would you just shut up for a moment?” Samael quickly looked around as they reached the bottom of the stairs, still holding Valeria tightly to his side. They stood in the middle of a lively sidewalk, attracting the attention of passersby and the queue in front of the restaurant. Samael grew anxious, hearing the security shouting from behind - he couldn’t leave Valeria behind or reach his motorcycle along with her in a short time. But he was determined to get out of sight and through his rapid heartbeat he finally managed to focus well enough to see a narrow opening between two buildings. Yet he wasn’t as aware of his surroundings as he thought, a slap landing against his cheek before he could even stop it. At first, he was shocked, the burning sensation on his cheek coursing through his whole body, but it quickly turned into something else, a deep baritone laugh escaping his throat as he looked down at Valeria who didn’t seem to cool off and continued her tirade, even accentuating her every word with her hands. Samael couldn’t even believe she had it inside of her, getting slapped in the face wasn’t something he had anticipated. But he couldn’t take the moment to bathe in this feeling, his face turning ice cold as he lunged towards Valeria. “You like it rough, huh, principessa?” He shouted at her, any playful tone gone. Samael didn’t have any time to

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play around anymore if he wanted them to get out of sight and spare them a night in the police station. Also, he wasn’t looking forward to getting another warning from the CIA, especially not after giving them bait after many months. Samael quickly closed the distance between them, with a swift motion packing Valeria onto his shoulder, tightly pressing her lap against him and holding her dress down. He didn’t want the whole world to see Valeria Ferretti’s ass. With Valeria now hanging down his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he quickly made his way to the opening between the buildings, hoping no one from the restaurant would point in the direction they went in.

8:18 AM

Valeria wasn’t as heavy as he thought, but when they walked into the narrow opening providing them an escape, Samael was breathing heavily, feeling the weight of Valeria on his shoulder. It was apparent that the amount of alcohol he had consumed that evening didn’t help with his stamina and the way Valeria was wiggling around like an intestinal parasite didn’t help either. With a groan, he put Valeria down in the dark alley, pushing her against the wall and hovering over her as he leaned against his elbow. A lonely strand of his curly dark hair fell into his forehead as he looked down at Valeria, still trying to catch his breath, his eyes devoid of any emotion. “You are making this harder than it is,” his voice was low, seeming to echo from the walls of the narrow alley. It felt as if they were in a bubble, just the two of them, the sounds of the city sounding distant and suppressed. He cupped her chin with his free hand, holding it rather firmly and lifting her head to make sure she looked at him. “Don’t you ever dare to hit me again. You may be the don’s daughter, but I don’t take threats lightly.” Samael finally pushed himself off the wall, distancing himself from Valeria. He looked in the direction of the restaurant, it seemed that they managed to escape. With a heavy sigh, Samael let himself fall back against the wall behind him, his hand reaching inside of his jacket to pull out a cigarette pack. He needed a few moments to collect himself before thinking about what he would do next. With a few smooth movements, he opened the cigarette pack, pulling out a cigarette and a small steel lighter. He put the cigarette between his lips, lighting it up with the lighter, holding a hand in front of it to make sure it wouldn’t go out. Inhaling the first cloud of smoke instantly sent a wave of relief through his body. Before putting the pack away, he reached it over to Valeria, raising one of his eyebrows. A silent question if she also needed a smoke. Leaning against th

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e cold wall and letting the smoke poison his lungs did wonders in calming Samael. He looked down at Valeria from below his eyelashes. It was clear that Samael couldn’t reach his motorcycle tonight and he would have to pick it up tomorrow morning. He quietly eyed Valeria’s bare shoulders, down to the tight fabric against her hips, then to the naked legs and finally her feet clad in high heels. With a chuckle which could be interpreted in many ways, he pulled out the phone from his jacket, placing it in the pocket of his jeans before pulling the leather jacket off and giving it to Valeria. Samael was wearing a tight black sweater and a holster around his body, a gun attached to the side of his chest. “You really should start thinking about consequences,” Samael pushed himself off the wall, starting to walk towards the other end of the dark alley. The evening was clearly over, and he thought the best he could do was walk Valeria home before he would head back to his place. The Ferretti mansion was just a few blocks away. “I’ll walk you home.”

8:18 AM

@𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂

Valeria's heart pounded in her chest as Samael stormed out of the restaurant, dragging her along. The abrupt change in temperature mirrored the tension between them. She felt the weight of his anger, but also the lingering heat of her own frustration. His words cut through the air, drowning out the murmurs of bystanders. "Porca miseria, would you just shut up for a moment?" *His voice was sharp, slicing through her tirade. Valeria's grip on his arm tightened as they stood in the midst of the bustling sidewalk, aware of the stares and the security closing in. Rage fluttered in her chest, but she refused to let it consume her. Then came the slap, a burst of adrenaline coursing through her veins as her palm connected with his cheek. The sting reverberated through her hand, but she held her ground, meeting his gaze with defiance. But his laughter caught her off guard, a deep resonance that echoed in the space between them. She bristled at his mocking tone, her anger reigniting with a fierce intensity

2:04 PM

His words cut deep, stripping away any semblance of playfulness as he lunged at her, playfully. Her jaw clenched, eyes blazing with a mixture of fury. She squared her shoulders, refusing to back down "Don't you dare patronize me," she spat coldly, her voice trembling as she’d narrow her eyes to look at him “mi piace il duro? tch perché non lo scopri e basta?” She muttered under her breath Do Ilike it rough? tch why don't you just find out Valeria's pulse quickened with irritation, he clearly knew how to push her buttons, as Samael's urgency became glaringly evident. She scoffed inwardly at the thought of dealing with the aftermath of their latest escapade from her father. She knew she was not going to hear the end of this With a brusque motion, Samael grabbed her and hoisted her onto his shoulder, the suddenness of the movement catching her off guard as the black hair lady would let a yelp out. She gritted her teeth, suppressing a curse as he tightly pressed her against him, her dress haphazardly arranged to preserve whatever dignity remained. She shot him a withering glare, silently cursing his cavalier attitude as they made their escape

2:04 PM

Samael forged ahead, his determination bordering on recklessness. Valeria clenched her fists, her anger simmering just beneath the surface squirming around wanting to be put down. As he trudged towards the narrow opening between the buildings, a silent testament to the mess they found themselves in Valeria seethed with annoyance as Samael struggled under her weight, his breaths labored from both exertion and alcohol. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his feeble attempts to carry her, feeling more like a burden than a companion. His groan of discomfort only fueled her irritation further, amplified by the way he pushed her against the grimy alley wall*

2:04 PM

With a disdainful glare, she met his gaze as he loomed over her, his curly locks falling haphazardly across his forehead. His words cut through the tense silence, his voice dripping with a cold, calculated threat. She resisted the urge to scoff at his arrogance, refusing to cower under his empty bravado, her heart racing however with anticipation as they were nose to nose His free hand gripping her chin to force Valeria to met his gaze with a defiant stare, made her breathing stop. Her heart throbbing as she would stare at him coldly, As he finally retreated, she watched as he reached for his cigarettes, his need for a moment's respite evident in the way he lit up. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she declined his silent offer, refusing to indulge in his attempts at camaraderie. She had no patience for his theatrics, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the alley and the suffocating presence of Samael's ego Valeria watched with thinly veiled contempt as Samael leaned against the cold wall, indulging in the toxic comfort of his cigarette. She resisted the urge to scoff at his self-destructive behavior, unimpressed by his attempts to appear suave and collected. His gaze lingered on her with unsettling intensity, tracing the contours of her body in a way that made her skin shiver with pleasure? As he offered her his leather jacket, she scoffed, grabbing it S she looked away and putting it on feeling warmer, hugging the leather jacket tighter around her delicate body as she would look at him, and then down the alleyway as he offered to walk her home* “Tch, Fine” *she said as she turned a heel, her back towards him “You sober enough to even comprehend what’s going on around you..” she said as the two would begin walking. The wind blowing coldly as Val would shudder, as they would leave the alleyway and began the walk to the mansion

2:09 PM

The walk wasn’t bad, 15 minute tops of awkwardness and Val being annoyed and yet turned on, the echo of her heels heard in the night and the chirps of crickets nearby as they would reach the gates, giving up his jacket as she would hold it infront of him, waiting for him to take it as she would glance towards the mansion at back to him, with. Sly smirk “I hope they catch you..” she said her voice semi serious as her skin would immediately be covered with goosebumps, immediately cold “Or.. you know, you can lay low somewhere in the mansion.. I’m sure my father won’t rip your head off, I’ll be surprised if he does since you know, I want too~” she lazily smiled, looking at him with a sultry expression

2:09 PM

@Taiga On The Shelf 🐅

It was a quiet night, and the path they walked didn’t have a lot of traffic, mainly because they were heading toward a gated community where the Ferretti mansion was located. The cigarette between Samael’s fingers burned down quickly, and he flicked the rest of it away onto the pavement. He felt the urge to light another one, the stress of the day becoming close to unbearable. Too many meticulously planned things had happened, along with the rollercoaster of emotions he had been thrown around all day. But the more steps he took forward, each one acknowledged by the echo of Valeria’s heels hitting against the concrete beneath, the more he felt his shoulders relax. He put his hands into the pockets of his jeans, sternly looking forward as he let himself get lost in his thoughts. Valeria's growing quietness by his side didn’t encourage any conversation, even when he had a lot to say. He wanted to tell her that she was too reckless and hasty when it came to organizing deals within the mafia, that she didn’t have any business being involved in the first place. In a way, he wanted to scare her off from participating in any of the business and redirect her attention to the life happening outside of it. But Valeria had this intrinsic drive to dive even deeper, connecting her more and more to the Ferretti mafia. When Samael first started to get close to the Ferretti family years ago, he was determined to connect every single figure to the crimes the Ferretti mafia was conducting. He told himself he wouldn’t care about any past the person may have; a crime was punishable despite the reasons for it. In the beginning, keeping up with this principle was easy; everyone he met seemed to carry a twisted soul seeking to break the law, with no remorse.

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But this attitude began to crack the moment he ventured deeper into the connections of the mafia, particularly on one evening where he was invited to the Ferretti mansion for the first time. It was the very first success in his mission for the CIA, as he finally started to gain the trust of the don. Little did he know, he would meet someone who managed to evade the radars of the CIA - Valeria Ferretti. It wasn’t clear how Gabriel Ferretti succeeded in keeping his daughter far away from the mafia, thus completely overlooking her by the CIA. Samael remembered the first time seeing her, something tilting inside of him with the realization that his mission wouldn’t bring down only lawless men, but also what seemed at the time to be an innocent young woman. Back then, Valeria seemed more shy and reserved, with a young naivety still coursing through her. Samael remembered kissing her hand, a polite way of greeting a female, her little smile that followed. Though that dinner was the only time they were ever civil with each other - the next encounters weren’t as polite. It took Samael just one night to change his whole attitude towards Valeria. He wanted to scare her off, make her enraged, do everything to make her run off. Just so he wouldn’t have to deal with her ending up in a place along with the other important figures of the Ferretti mafia. What was first Samael playing a role quickly became second nature to him. It felt natural to push Valeria's buttons every time they crossed paths. Annoying her as much as he could served a purpose and also provided a weird satisfaction for Samael.

4:01 AM

As they slowly approached the Ferretti mansion, Samael’s thoughts were directed to the day's events. What was a win for him clearly brought distress to Valeria. Yet, it didn’t seem like she would back off from the occurrence anytime soon. And thinking about that brought even more anger to Samael; he wished to shout at her, somehow get the message into her brain. Valeria was too sure of herself, thinking the law didn’t apply to her and that she was shielded by her name and status. Yet, Samael knew that if, in this very moment, the CIA decided to close the mission, she would go down along with everyone from the Ferretti mafia. She may not get the longest of sentences, but it would have an impact. Samael didn’t know how long the CIA would keep this mission open; he felt like he was running out of time. The missing weapon shipment alone could be enough to start the wheels of the law. Samael was still lost in his thoughts, even after they stopped by the gates of the mansion and Valeria reached for his jacket. It wasn’t until she started talking that he finally looked over at her, his facial expression hard and stern. He took the jacket from her hands, letting it hang on his shoulder as he leaned on the wall beside the gates. Valeria continued their game of pushing each other's buttons, and suddenly Samael could see through her. He wasn’t clueless when it came to women flirting with him, and Valeria’s invitation to come inside was like a forbidden fruit hanging in front of him. Tonight, he wouldn't take it; he had to stay as far away from it as possible. Also, if he ever were to surrender to the temptation, it would be short-lived, as he could never let down his guard for too long. If someone found out he was a CIA rat, he would be dead within 24 hours. He suspected Valeria wouldn't have any trouble pulling the trigger herself, and even if he didn't understand his meaning in life, he still wanted to stay alive.

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“I’m afraid there is still unfinished business I have to take care of,” he answered after a short moment of silence. “Goodnight, Valeria.” Any hint of playfulness was gone. It was clear Valeria wouldn't be able to convince him to stay, no matter how hard she tried. Without further delay, Samael turned away and started to walk down the street, back to the restaurant to hopefully retrieve his motorcycle. He felt like he needed a ride, just to clear his thoughts and possibly get some sleep tonight. The night when Matteo Sorrento was killed in his own home without witnesses.

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