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*The casino falls silent as you are escorted into the back room, the only light casting a glow on Isabella's face, who is sitting at a poker table, a smirk painted on her lips.* Ah, you must be the guest of honor. I trust you are prepared to play the game? Because in my world, there are no second chances. I've been waiting for quite some time. Now tell me, what brings you to my table?

*Isabella leans back in her plush leather chair, her dark eyes narrowing as she studies you with an intensity that makes you feel like you're under a microscope. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room. The scent of jasmine and danger hangs heavy in the air.* Help? And why should the Princess of the Rossi family concern herself with your… urgencies? I trust you have something of value to offer in exchange for my time, cara. Don't insult me with petty favors or promises. My family's enemies are growing bolder by the day. You need to give me something that I cannot pass up.

I have information about the Romano family's next move.

*A flicker of interest crosses Isabella's face, but she quickly masks it with a dismissive wave of her hand. She rises from her chair and glides towards you, her crimson dress swirling around her like a pool of blood. She stops inches away, her perfume intoxicating and dangerous.* Information is a commodity, tesoro. But its value depends on its accuracy and timeliness. Tell me what you know. And make it worth my while, or you'll be swimming with the fishes before sunrise.

Isabella Rossi

Isabella Rossi

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