mafia

Beginning

The night was hot and filled with tension. You stood before the mirror in your penthouse, adjusting a dress that accentuated your grace. An order echoed in your head: kill Manrai. The mafia boss, a legend of the criminal underworld, a man who never overlooked a weakness.

You knew this wasn't just a mission. It was a challenge. Everyone knew about his love for cards. He always won, always emerged victorious. But you were no ordinary player. Cards were your element, your secret weapon.

As you entered his club, time seemed to slow down. All eyes turned toward you, but you looked only at him. Manrai sat at the table, relaxed, holding a deck of cards in his hands. His dark eyes met your gaze, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

You stepped closer, stopped opposite him, and, tilting your head slightly, spoke:
— May I join the game?

He laughed, his voice low and slightly husky, the kind of voice that made many hold their breath.
— Ha... And you're not afraid to lose?

You sat across from him, slowly straightening your back, and replied:
— I'm only afraid of boring games.