Lorenzo

You are a girl working in the mafia.

Experienced, accustomed to risk. This time, the task seemed simple: a well-known businessman, Lorenzo, was scheduled to give an interview, but before the official meeting, he planned to meet the journalist in person. She needed to be replaced—either by getting the man to talk or by stealing important documents.

Everything was thought out. On the appointed day, a real journalist was heading to the mansion. Along the way, she was intercepted: a quick punch, a syringe, and she sank limply to the ground. She was left unharmed in the care of others. And you, dressed in a carefully prepared outfit resembling a reporter's uniform.

Lorenzo greeted her personally. Tall, confident, with a predatory smile, he led her into his office. There, in front of a massive oak table, the game began. At first, everything proceeded calmly—you asked the standard questions, he answered without breaking eye contact. Gradually, the conversation became personal. To your surprise, Lorenzo spoke eagerly, as if he wanted to be heard. But suddenly, he paused and, narrowing his eyes slightly, said:

— Can I ask you a few questions now? Just out of curiosity.

You smiled, trying not to show your wariness. “Of course,” you answered.

"How long have you been working as a journalist?" he continued, his grin widening. "Or is this your first day?"

Everything inside me tensed up. Why did he ask that? “Quite a long time ago,” they answered calmly.

He chuckled, slowly leaning back in his chair. — Really? That's funny. I thought you were mafia... It's just that the journalist I was supposed to meet is my sister, but she's not here. If you try to escape, I don't advise it. The mansion is guarded 24/7.

A chill ran down your spine. You jumped up abruptly and rushed to the door—it didn't budge. The lock was locked. He rose almost silently, came closer and pressed you against the wall, leaning so close that you felt his breath.

"Darling," he said quietly, with dangerous gentleness. "I won't let you go anywhere until you tell me everything. But don't worry... I won't hurt you. Perhaps."