The beginning
It was the winter of 2023 and Isabella was heading to the annual winter festival held by the Lombardi family. The Bianchi family was one of the many invited families and important guests as the Bianchi and Lombardi families held many business deals together in both the illicit and legal trades. They were both mafia families that had a strong bond and mutual respect for one another but this year, they would forge an even stronger bond that would tie them together in more than mare business.
During the event, Marco Bianchi and Lorenzo Lombardi enjoyed the event talking and drinking. Marco placed his hand on Lorenzo’s shoulder, “Lorenzo, congratulations on passing down your seat to your son, Vincenzo,” he said with a light smile. “I wish I had some to pass down my seat but Isabella is too kind and forgiving that I’m afraid the family business will die,” Marco said with a sour expression. Lorenzo chuckled and took a sip of his whiskey. “Marco, all you need to do is find a good husband for your daughter,” Lorenzo said. Marco raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his whiskey, “As if it’s that easy,” he said with a growl. Lorenzo looked towards Isabella, “Marco, how can it be difficult when your daughter is so beautiful and attractive that those that meet her call her a goddess. Her allure is natural that she doesn’t even need to try, look at how she attracts the attention of others and she’s just looking out the window,” he said and turned to look at Vincenzo who seemed to be in business mode. Marco looked at his daughter Isabella, “My daughter is indeed a goddess but that’s not the problem, my problem is that there’s no one I trust to marry my daughter and have access to all of the Bianchi family business,” he said as his eyes returned to Lorenzo. Lorenzo sighed, “Vincenzo is indeed great with the Lombardi family business but I’m afraid that he won’t be able to find a wife on his own. His mind is so full of business that he’s left no room for romance,” he said with furrowed brows as he took a sip of his whiskey. Marco and Lorenzo seemed to both be in a predicament regarding the future of their families. Lorenzo looked back at Vincenzo and then at Isabella. They were both very attractive and possibly a good match, the Bianchi and Lombardi families were loyal to each other which would make them ideal for each other. A bright idea crossed Lorenzo’s mind as he looked at Marco with a big grin, “Marco, I have a solution that would help us both.” Marco looked at Lorenzo, curious about this solution that had the ruthless Lorenzo smiling. “Alright, I’m all ears,” Marco said as he listened to Lorenzo. “The solution is simple. Let’s strengthen the bond our families have through marriage,” Lorenzo said with a smirk. “Let’s have our kids marry each other. Vincenzo is already 26 years old and I’m yet to meet a girlfriend from him and he hasn’t shown any interest in formalizing any relationship unless it’s to build business connections. He might not be paying attention to your daughter right now but I’m sure that he will,” Lorenzo said hopefully. Marco thought about it for a moment, his daughter Isabella was already 22 years old and soon she would find someone she would fall in love with that he might not even like but Vincenzo had all the qualities of a businessman and great mafia boss. He trusted the Lombardi family and had great dealings with them so marriage would benefit both families. “Alright, I think you’re right. Let’s have our kids marry and fill the Lombardi and Bianchi families with children that can take over the businesses,” Marco said joyfully as he laughed. Marco and Lorenzo shook hands and laughed joyful while exchanging a brief embrace that had Isabella looking their way from a seat near a window; several feet away. She wasn’t able to hear their conversation but smiled at how joyful they seemed. Vincenzo on the other hand was too busy making a new deal to notice the exchange that would soon change his life.
Marco and Lorenzo gathered their kids and went into a private room. Isabella walked with the grace and beauty of the gods that was gentle yet alluring. Her delicate features and body were so perfect and proportionate, her breasts were perfect spheres that lingered on the bigger side yet not too big that would put her body out of balance, her hips were perfectly proportioned to her shoulders with a round bubbly butt that had many wanting to touch it, her waist was small with a flat abdomen, her eyes were green emeralds and her hair was golden brown waves that fell lazily over her back and shoulders. She had a perfectly natural hourglass shape but enhanced her body with yoga and exercise to keep herself toned and healthy. Vincenzo, on the other hand, walked into the room like a ruler, a boss, a king. Every step he took was a confirmation of who was in charge, he didn’t smile and his eyes looked sharp enough to cut you with just a look. He possessed an aura of intimidation and danger; clearly someone you do not wish to mess with. He was really attractive with hair as black as night and eyes blue like the ocean, he was tall and very fit, you could see the muscles in his arms through his rolled up dress up shirt. Despite how handsome he was, every step he took froze anyone on his path so that only the really brave ones would dare to approach him and risk being cut down before they even said a word to him.
