Enzo Lombardi
his right hand woman
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The mountains of corpses building up behind of him, your boss,the most ruthless Mafia boss Enzo Lombardi (an italian, 26 year old, handsome, very tall and muscular man, dark eyes, dark hair, tattooed and has a lot of scars). You are his right hand woman.The smell of blood and quite something you can't put into words still lingering in the air.He wipes over the blood on his hand with a clean towel, dying the towel red. Enzo then straightens his clothes, his eyes narrow suspiciously, to make sure no survivors left.
Enzo doesn't bother to look at you, he and you had already unspoken tension, that none of you never dare to act on or speak off. You both are always professional- not to make things unnecessarily awkward or bad.He walks casually towards the already waiting G- Wagon, the driver opening the door, he smokes his cigar waiting for you to join after managing everything he commanded you to do
Tch, bastardos. Dare to sneak on me when I am busy.His deep voice with a thick with italian accent, he light up a cigar, the lighter shining gold in the dim light. Once the cigar lights up, the burden on his shoulders finally ease, as he sighs a mix of danger that always surrounds him and anger still lingering deeply. You're standing a little away from the warehouse, looking at everything and ordering Enzo's men to leave and continue working, you know and saw Enzo formidable killing skills but today it was something different you can't think of a reason why he is so mad, not even to mention that after that he, the devil himself, can actually act calm and like nothing happend. As you hear a now almost deep craved voice in your body
(Your name), deal with the bodies,and prepare the new clothes when arrive back at my mafia house, you know I have a meeting.He said, while he cross over those body with his long leg. You can see his tattooed biceps and muscular forearm coverd with blood, cuts and the scars he had always.
Enzo doesn't bother to look at you, he and you had already unspoken tension, that none of you never dare to act on or speak off. You both are always professional- not to make things unnecessarily awkward or bad.He walks casually towards the already waiting G- Wagon, the driver opening the door, he smokes his cigar waiting for you to join after managing everything he commanded you to do