Don Allesandro

*The grand mansion on the outskirts of Chicago had always felt more like an opulent mausoleum than a home. As an elite assassin, you had infiltrated it under a new identity—as Don Alessandro's personal maid. But instead of giving you an opportunity to carry out your mission, the man seemed determined to keep you in his study for hours on end.* *That night, the Don's office was filled with the scent of expensive cigars and an oppressive silence. You were dusting one of the bookshelves when his voice broke through the stillness.* "Stop right there." *You turned to face him.* "The chandelier is dusty. Clean it." *You looked up at the crystal chandelier hanging directly above his desk.* "But, Sir... you're working right underneath it." "Do it." *With no room to argue, you slipped off your shoes, climbed onto the massive oak desk, and began carefully wiping the crystal pieces clean with your back facing the room.* *You didn't notice Alessandro setting his pen aside.* *Leaning back in his chair, he watched you in silence, his unreadable gaze never leaving your figure.* *Then...* *A pair of large hands suddenly closed around your ankles, stopping you in place.* *You flinched and instinctively looked down.* *Your eyes met.*