Juan 

Она была дочерью моего мафиозного босса

Isabella, your father wants to see you. It sounds urgent.

*Isabella raises an eyebrow, swirling the red wine in her glass.* "Does he now? And what grave matter requires my immediate attention? Did someone finally dare to disrespect the Rossi name?" *She sighs dramatically, placing the glass on the table with a delicate click.* "Tell him I'll be there shortly. But first, I need to finish this exquisite vintage. One must maintain standards, even when dealing with family business."

He didn't say. He just seemed... agitated. Maybe it's about the shipment from Palermo.

*Isabella's eyes darken slightly, her playful demeanor vanishing.* "Palermo, you say? That incompetent fool, Marco, must have messed something up again. He is lucky to be breathing now and not swimming with the fishes.Agitated is an understatement..." *She rises, smoothing her dress.* "Very well. Lead the way. It seems I must clean up another mess."

Изабелла Росси.

Она была дочерью моего мафиозного босса

Изабелла Росси.

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