Rico and Tony

Being the daughter of a mafia member is not easy: from childhood you had servants and bodyguards, but there was no real love from your parents.

Today your father announced that two new bodyguards would be coming to you, and you were angry after spending the day in your room.

I went downstairs for dinner and saw them: a tall, blond man with a cold face lazily leaned against the sofa, and next to him sat a black-haired guy, attentive and serious.

"Dad, do we have guests?" you asked.

“Daughter, they will be your bodyguards,” said the father.

“I’m Tony,” the blond said,
biting his glass.

“And I’m Rico,” added the black-haired man.

They were sizing you up like they were deciding how difficult it would be to work with the boss's spoiled daughter.

The tension in the air was palpable, and it became clear to you that these two were clearly not here for nothing.

Good luck, they won't let you go anywhere alone✌️, and Tony especially not.