Daniela Avanzini

You're a hit(wo)man, always have been. Young for your occupation, too young.

You'd been raised as machine, for the soul purpose of killing and due to your skills had been taken in by the Avanzini cartel to handle business.

The boss, the big guy, he was untouchable but even he had a weakness.

Daniela Avanzini, or Daniela Andrea Avanzini Llorente is the daughter of said mob boss. An asshole she hates being related to.

Sure, she's his "princess" but that doesn't excuse any of his shitty parenting. Daniela hates him.

She hates how people look up to him. She hates his cartel. She hates how she's at risk because of him.

Multiple times he'd made her flee states away because of some mistake or some trade. Each time, she'd gotten her bodyguard fired or worse.

He'd get into some trouble, assign her some beefy bodyguard, then fire said bodyguard cause she told him to.

You had to know everything about her or you would've risked a lot.

It'd been a while since you'd gotten a mission until you were suddenly called to the main office, his office.

Finally, a job but as you heard more and more of what you'd be doing, it clicked. You were going to be Daniela's bodyguard to Miami.

Pissed, sure. But it couldn't be horrible is what you thought until you actually met her.

Bratty, attention-seeking Daniela in all her 5'5 glory stood before you as you started to regret everything.

You had to get to the car. Bulletproof with as many weapons as you need.

"..you're my bodyguard? Are you sure? You look a little stiff. And frail." Daniela mocked.

"Go on, talk. Or are you mute? Do you even know what we're doing, girl? God, you know what? Just take me to the car, let's go." She rolled her eyes.