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*Citlali Morettis was born into a life of privilege and danger. As the daughter of the notorious Italian don Antonio Morettis, she grew up surrounded by power, wealth, and the intricacies of organized crime. Her father, a powerful and feared figure in the criminal underworld, controlled vast territories and wielded influence that extended beyond borders. However, Citlali's upbringing was far from ordinary. Despite the dark nature of her family's business, Antonio Morettis had always strived to shield his daughter from the darkest aspects of his world. He wanted her to have a chance at a different life, one free from the burdens of their criminal empire. With this in mind, he encouraged her to pursue her education and explore her own passions. Citlali proved to be an exceptional student, displaying intelligence, resourcefulness, and a natural affinity for languages. She was fluent in Italian, English, and Spanish, and possessed a deep understanding of the cultural nuances that accompanied each language. Her ability to navigate between different worlds and adapt to various situations became her greatest asset. As Citlali grew older, she became increasingly aware of her father's reputation and the impact it had on her life. Rather than resenting him for his choices, however, she developed a unique sense of loyalty towards her family. She understood the sacrifices her father had made to provide for her and protect her from the dangers that lurked in their world. Driven by a desire to make a difference, Citlali decided to use her abilities and connections to seek a path that combined her inherent talents with her family's legacy. She became a liaison between her father's criminal organization and legitimate businesses, using her language skills and understanding of international affairs to bridge gaps and forge alliances.

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Citlali's role allowed her to operate in the gray areas of society, where she could exercise her influence without directly engaging in criminal activities. Her involvement in negotiations, diplomacy, and strategic planning proved invaluable to her father's operations, as her unique perspective and ability to navigate complex relationships became a valuable asset. Citlali owed a speaks-easy over on 23rd street. The property of the Morettis family but owed by Citlali. However, there was a rival . The Maxwell family, a powerful and influential dynasty in their own right, stood as bitter rivals to the Morettis. Led by patriarch Roger Maxwell, for all Citlali knew, the rivalry between the Morettis and Maxwell family dated back in the 1900s!* But it didn’t matter to Citlali for she never ran into any members of the Maxwell family, her father and her fathers men made sure of that, always guarding the young lady. But tonight was different. Citlali would be at her speaks-easy, wearing a beautiful black dress that outlined her body beautifully, the dress clung on showing off her curves and figure. The lighting dim. She’d be sitting at the bar hold a martini watching the other mobs smoke their cigars and enjoying their live entertainment. “ehi Citlali, grande spettacolo stasera” (Hey Citlali great show tonight) one of the members said as Citlali raised her martini glass to them, and sipped it, she was enjoying herself until her eyes glanced over, seeing a tall, handsome slim man enter her speakseasy, her eyes narrowed he certainly caught her attention.. and boy did he look mightly familiar

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Roger Maxwell was born in a prestegious, strict and very popular family. What he didn't know though, was that it was a.. bad type of popular. They were feared, rich but from stealing, selling bad things and helping bad guys. However, Roger never truly bothered to care about how bad his family's business was. All he knew and cared about was that he was popular and everyone tried their best to either stay away or stay on his good side. It was a glorious sight for his ego, and so, his personality soon grew to become rather prideful and even a smidge arrogant. He had always gotten whatever he wished for, so why would that change after all? At the young age of 14 he was already learning how to manipulate, trigger and even make others do as he pleases without even touching the other person, and by the age of 16 he was learning how to handle guns, how to torture someone to be mindbroken and many other techniques people shouldn’t hear about. As soon as Roger reached his 17th birthday, he requested to become the next ruler of the mafia, as he had already proven many many times his capabilities in manipulation, business making and fighting. On his eighteenth birthday, his wish was granted. He begame the new ruler of the Maxwell family, and while his father did remain there for a year and a half to watch over his decision making skills and to simply be sure the whole family business wouldn’t come plummeting down the drain by his fault. After a year and a half he was deemed responsible enough to care for the family on his own and organise things without his father. Fast forward a couple years and he was now 28, a confident, powerful ruler over his family business and his territory. He’d been invited to a speaks-easy, and of course, being the sucker for attention and even more fame, he accepted and went there, accompanied by his right hand man whom he trusted with his and his family’s lives, and his assistant. He walked in, dressed in a classic but still rather fan

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cy tuxedo, with a black coat, some basic but rather pricy accessories and his hair pulled back. First thing he did? Look around of course, a serious expression on his face as he analysed his surroundings. Interesting. It felt nice having so much attention on him as he entered. However, he felt a particular stare that made him turn. Not any stare made the man turn to look at the person, usually he just went along with his day, but... This specific stare... This specific feeling that came from that stare made him want to turn around to look at who was giving him that stare. With his hanfs in his pockets, he stopped and turned. First person that caught his eye was a lady. Blue eyes, long wavy black hair and a curvacious body. A small cocky smirk came to his face as he began walking towards her. “Boss, that aint no regular lady..." the assistant spoke after checking the list of the people in the speaks-easy. Roger hummed “Oh? Who is she then?“ Roger spoke simply “The daughter of Morettis...“ the assistant replied, but Roger’s expression only lightened up more. “Ohh~ interesting.“ he spoke “Go enjoy the party, you two. I will call if I need anything.“ Roger ordered, the two leaving without a word, while the boss finally got to the bar. “Am I that good looking or are you already planning your family’s takeover over my own?“ he asked as he sat beside her, ordering himself a classic russian strong drink. @✩₊˚.⋆ 𝓢𝓪𝓫 𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓼𝓱 ݁ ☾⋆⁺₊✧

Citlali run her tongue along her teeth, giving him that subtle death stare as he walked in. His suit.. his hair.. his posture and height all screamed Don, and she hated to admit it but he looked attractive the way he carried himself with pride. So it was no surprise when Roger decided to approach her. “oh fanculo a me” {Oh fuck me} *she muttered to herself, placing the martini on the bar counter as he approached and began talking “am I that good looking or are you already planning your family’s takeover over my own” he said and that’s when it clicked.. this was the Roger Maxwell, the infamous don.. the rival.. this was her first time ever seeing the man and she was intrigued. A smirk forming on her face as she’d pivot her chair slighty, her elbow on the counter as she rested her head on her hand, looking up at him “why.. if it isn’t the Roger Maxwell.. in my speakeasy…” she spoke her voice sweet like honey.. as her finger would trace up his suit “to what pleasure do I owe for you to be here” she continued.. trying to keep her calmness.. honestly a Maxwell stepping into her building was all surprising to her. She knew a Maxwell member wouldn’t dare to step into any Morettis property and yet here he was, what a bold move her piercing blue gaze never left his, as her finger continued to trace up his chest, as she’d fiddle with his tie “oh, and to answer your question little man..” she’d say grabbing his tie softly and tugging on it, gently lowering him down to her level as she’d whisper sultry into his ear “Your not that good looking.. and don’t worry about what I’m planning for my family.. hmm..?” she say lying about the first half, but playing off as she gently pushing him back as his drink arrived @otters_are_cute

Roger smirked as he heard her speak his name. “It seems my reputation proceeded me. I’m glad~ Introductions are so boring..“ he spoke, remaining with his body turned to hers. “Is my presence here that shocking to you, miss Morettis~?“ he asked, his eyes looking down to her hand as she began running a finger up his suit. “Why, I heard there was free alcohol and a speakseasy of the Morettis, that is a true rare occasion, I couldn’t possibly miss it!“ he spoke. He was basically doing a staring contest with her, never moving his eyes away from hers and keeping his confident and smug expression. He chuckled “Little? I should call you that, shortie“ he spoke with a laugh before he was pulled down by his tie. He let himself move forward so he wouldn’t be choked, his hand laying on the counter so he wouldn't fall as he listened to her words. Damn... This was... An odd feeling. He truly liked it, being treated like less than a Don. Her courage must’ve been through the roof to say such words to Roger himself. He loved that courage of hers. He smirked, letting him be pushed back “Not good looking? Oh honey, don’t lie to yourself, it isn’t healthy.“ he chuckled “And of course I’d need to worry about what you’re planning. I need to take care of my family as well, you know?“ he hummed, thanking the bartender and beginning to drink the strong russian drink like it was wine

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“Mhmm…” Citlali softly hums glancing up to him as she chimed in “No, it’s just rare to see Maxwell here is all.. I’ve seen maybe 1 or 2… but let’s just say, once they come in, they never come out” shed innocently smiled, concentrating on her finger that ran up her suit as he spoke “Well.. I’m glad you didn’t~” she said a malicious smirk forming as she pulled him down and whispered in his ear. Chuckling as she let go, she’d turn on her chair grabbing her Martini and sipped on it watching him chug his drink like water “Oh sweetheart, I’m not lying to myself I just tell it like I see it” she said sighing in satisfaction as she finished her martini off and set it on the bar counter “Bar keep bring out 2 shots on the house please.. I want to make my guest feel.. welcomed” her eyes narrowed, staring at him like a predator would a pray as the bar keep would slide down two shots “shall we make a toast? To you being alive for this long on my property… unfortunately the other guy you entered with isn’t anywhere to be found so kudos to you… Roger~~” She chuckles raising her glass, waiting For him to do the same @otters_are_cute im sorry if there’s any grammatical issues.. running on like 2 hour sleep and I just got up

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