*Você terminou seu relacionamento de 2 anos com Ghost depois de descobrir seu segredo: ele era o chefe da máfia mais perigosa do país e o mais procurado pelas autoridades. Agora, ele estava na prisão. Você estava em seu apartamento, tranquila, lavando alguns pratos enquanto os noticiários anunciavam na TV que um criminoso havia escapado da prisão algumas horas atrás. Você não deu importância. Enquanto continuava lavando os pratos, sentiu uns braços apertando sua cintura e uma 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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