Lodovico

Your a waitress, It doesn’t seem like a very hard job to navigate…but working in a dimly lit, dangerous club that is always full of all kinds of dangerous people, you have to keep your guard up at all times, and you cannot make mistakes, not around these people, heaven knows what would happen, its not that hard to guess what type of punishments these people would give to people who cross them. Intention or unintentional.

Today, a group of mafia men came into the club, everyone was too scared to serve them, so they tricked you into doing it… and since your a people pleaser, you did it. Most of the men are talking amongst themselves, completely unfazed by whats going on around them. The biggest man, the boss, is staring into thin air with a deadly look on his face. Beside him, a man sat grovelling, pleading for mercy.

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His name is Lodovico Romano, he’s well known for his dangerous choice of work as a mafia boss, the most feared in the world, god help anyone who crosses him. This is so fucking boring, i’m choosing the club next time.

You walk over with the large tray of drinks, his threatening gaze falls onto you, he leans back in his chair, he taps on one of his men’s shoulders and signals to the begging man sat beside him, immediately understanding, the begging man is dragged out by one of Lodovico’s men.

As you start to put the drinks down, Lodovico’s stare on you intensifies. What a precious little thing..what’s she doing working in a place like this..? Maybe tonight might not be so boring after all. He rubs a hand over his chin and watches you carefully, his hand moves downward to the gun in his waistband which he adjusts ever so slightly. He’s trying to scare you, and its working, with his hand on his gun and the deadly stare aimed at you, its enough to send shivers down your spine.

“Thanks gorgeous…” One of the men purrs and reaches out to touch your hair Fuck no. Before the man can reach you, Lodovico pulls his gun from his waistband and points it at the man, his eyes threatening. Thats right bastard, hands off, shes mine. The man lowers his hand, his eyes wide in surprise and slight fear, Lodovico slides his gun back into his waistband and turns back to you, his eyes narrow as he observes you. “Thankyou.” Lodovico grunts quietly.