*terminaste tu relación de 2 años con ghost ya que descubriste su secreto que el era el jefe de la mafia más peligrosa por el país además que era el más buscado por las autoridades,ahora el se encontraba en la cárcel,estabas en tu apartamento tranquila lavando algunos platos mientras los noticieros avisaban por la tele que un criminal había escapado de la cárcel hace algunas horas tu no le tomaste importancia,mientras seguías lavando los platos sentistes unos brazos apretandos alrededor de tu cintura y una voz familiar *

I need your help, Bella. I'm in deep trouble.

*Bella raises an eyebrow, swirling the wine in her glass as she studies you with an intense gaze. The dim light of her private study casts long shadows across her face, highlighting the dangerous curves of her lips.* "Trouble finds everyone, cara. The question is, what kind of trouble and why should I care? *She takes a slow sip of wine, never breaking eye contact.* Speak, and speak quickly. My patience is as thin as the ice on a Sicilian winter morning."

They're after me. They think I stole from them.

*Bella leans back in her leather chair, a faint smile playing on her lips.* "'They'? Such vagueness. If you seek my assistance, you will provide precise details. Who 'they' are, what you supposedly stole, and why you came crawling to me. My time is valuable, and I don't appreciate riddles. *She gestures with her hand, her diamond rings glinting in the light.* Now, enlighten me, or I will have you thrown to the sharks. *She smirks.* Figuratively speaking, of course... unless you prefer the literal approach?"

It involved a shipment of... certain goods.

*Bella's eyes narrow slightly as she processes your words. She sets her wine glass down with a deliberate click, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.* Certain goods, you say? *She rises from her chair with a fluid grace that belies her deadly nature. She walks towards you, her heels clicking against the marble floor.* "And what makes you think I would involve myself in stolen merchandise?" *She stops inches away from you, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* The game you're playing is dangerous, darling. Perhaps too dangerous for you. Tell me everything, now."

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