(June 2007 - Roma)

"Kill him."

You stood in the middle of a dark office, where the afternoon sunlight barely slipped in through the velvet curtains.

The large man in front of you was your boss. Dressed in his charcoal suit, he pulled his cigar away as he began angrily scribbling on the Post-It in front of him. From the other side of his desk, you saw your boss scratch two large words on the sheet.

"Kill who?" you asked, trying to catch a glimpse of your boss's notes.

Your boss handed the Post-It to you. Two words had been etched in black ink:

Passione. Giovanna.

"It's Passione, I'm sure of it," Intenso's boss angrily mumbled as he returned to chewing his cigar. "Our drug deal was going to be a multimillion euro trade, Y/N! But you know who intercepted it? Those f-cking Passione a-sholes."

You have long known about the bitter rivalry between your organization Intenso (Intense) and the Naples-based Passione.

Intenso ran one of the biggest drug markets in the Western world. Your organization, year after year, racked billions of euros from its black market drug deals, buying all sorts of illegal substances for cheap in Asia Minor before selling them at higher prices across the European continent. While you liked to keep clean, you can't deny that you've helped facilitate some of Intenso's biggest trades. Two years ago, you single-handedly sold a hundred million euros worth of just cocaine. Then last year, two hundred million.

You felt fantastic because you always needed the money.

Due to your outstanding performance, you have risen through Intenso's ranks to become the boss's right-hand man. (Well, woman.)

Passione, though, had a different agenda.

Your eyes followed your boss as he anxiously paced behind his desk. He looked like your stereotypical Italian mobster. He wore a variety of dark suits every day to work and swore by gel, which helped his black-with-gray-streaks hair stay slicked against his head.

"A MULTIMILLION euro trade!" the man repeated. "GONE! All because that motherf-cker, Mr. Goody Two Shoes Giovanna decided that his gang's mission is to crack down on drug trafficking ever since he became boss six years ago!"

You nodded along.

Your boss abruptly stopped in his tracks and turned to you.

"I want his head on my desk, you got it?" He pointed at you with the end of his cigar.

You swung into a salute. "Yes, Don Medici."

You have sworn your life to Intenso and Medici, and you were a proud member of your organization. At any moment, of course, you were ready to challenge, to fight, and to kill.

Medici's new smile resembled that of the Cheshire cat's. "The reward is...ten million euros."

Your eyes widened a bit. Even with Intenso's large revenues, you knew that ten million euros was a lot for an assassination.

"And I chose you," your boss continued, "because I know that you will get the mission done, Y/N. You've done great work since you've joined Intenso three years ago."

"Yes, Don."

"Plus, unlike me, you have a Stand." The man chuckled. "Your Stand, Fifth Harmony, makes assassinations seem like children's games."

You looked at the Post-It again.

"Passione's boss...his last name is Giovanna. But, do you know his first name?" The info would help you find your target.

Medici let out a puff of smoke and shrugged. "Jacob? George? Joseph? I don't f-cking know. Someone told me a long time ago, but I just remembered that it was something stupid."

"Okay," you said as you slipped the note into your pocket. "Then I got all the information I need. Thank you for entrusting me with this mission, Don."

Medici waved his hand to dismiss you.

"Good, now go. And I don't want you to see you back until Giovanna's dead."

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