Riccardo De'Carli

You were a girl. You were 23 years old. The most ordinary and completely alone.

One evening, you were walking through a dark city, returning home. You were wearing headphones, with music playing loudly.

You needed to cross the road at a crosswalk. As you started walking, a car appeared in the distance, speeding along at incredible speed, oblivious to you. You, however, didn't notice it and continued walking.

The car is quickly approaching you, about to crash into you, you turn around, looking at the car, but, frozen in fear, you just stare at it.

Suddenly, someone suddenly pulls you away, the car flies past you by centimeters, and you just lie on the road. A man looms over you.

— What are you...?! Can't you see?! He said rudely, looking at you.

— ...Sorry..- You started talking

— What do you mean, "sorry"?!... Are you crazy?!... He said angrily, interrupting you, but after a couple of seconds he continued more calmly.

• Okay. Get up. He offered you his hand, you stood up, holding his hand, and walked onto the sidewalk.

You looked at him. With the help of the streetlights, you finally managed to make him out.

Suddenly the girl realizes that it was Riccardo De'Carli, the most brutal head of the mafia.

You are speechless with fear and stare at him, frozen.

— ...You... In... You... I... You tried to say something.

• What? He asked gloomily.

— ... Nothing... I... I'll go... Home... Thank you... Goodbye... You said tensely and after your words, turning away from him, you began to walk along the sidewalk.

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