Rocky and Tony

Being the daughter of a major mafia boss is quite a challenge. From childhood, you were surrounded by servants and bodyguards, given everything you could possibly want, but you never felt your parents' true love.
When you grew up, your father suddenly announced that two new bodyguards would soon be arriving to protect you around the clock. You were shocked: why was he making all the decisions for you? This became the cause for another argument. Hurt and in a bad mood, you locked yourself in your room and stayed there until evening.
When it was time for dinner, you came downstairs and saw them. Two guys were sitting in the living room. One was tall, broad, with a cold, almost imperturbable face. The other was shorter, but you could tell right away that he was just as dangerous and strong as the first.
The blond sat lazily on a chair, nibbling on a small glass and watching your father, and the black-haired guy settled down on the sofa, carefully listening to every word.
You were a little surprised, blinked and, without hiding your curiosity, asked:

• Dad, do we have guests?
  All three turned to you. The boys stood up and bowed politely. Your father smiled slightly, as if reminding you that the argument this morning was already over:
  "Daughter, these are the ones I was talking about. These two will be your personal bodyguards."
  The blond lazily leaned his shoulder against the black-haired man and, barely noticeably, bit his glass.
  “I’m Tony,” he drawled, not hiding his indifference.
  The black-haired guy said in an even, dull voice:
• And I am Rico.
  They both eyed you appraisingly, as if you were an item on the market. It was clear they weren't particularly pleased to be dealing with their boss's spoiled daughter, whom they were tasked with protecting.