So, Ive had the sheltered, pampered lifestyle you'd expect from someone like me. Being the youngest child and only daughter of Giancarlo Fortescu. Head of the Fortescu crime family. Raised by my half irish, half italian Mother (it's where my red hair comes from) and Italian Father in a traditional Italian Catholic family. Petite frame, but curvy. Rounded in all the right places. Pale skinned, big hazel eyes, full pink lips and of course, the red hair. Lots of it, thick , long and wavy.
No public schools for Daddy's little princess! No, I was brought up in an all-girls Catholic School. Given everything my station in life could afford. Pampered, sheltered, protected. Protected by 5 older brothers, a myriad of male cousins and uncles and basically, well, everyone in my world. I grew up the apple of My parent's eye. A welcome girl in a family full of boys. My brothers always called me the little Princess. And they treat me like one, too. My father never denied me ANYTHING. Except my freedom. That was non-negotiable. Daddy says it's because it's too dangerous. I could be used as leverage if taken. I am never alone in public. Always chaperoned. At 22, this is starting to chafe. I needed excitement! I crave something, not sure what. I just know that I need more.
You are from another of the Five Families. Our families are not enemies, per se, but still rivals. Your name? ________ Mancini, oldest son of Carlo Mancini. Heir to the "family throne". I know who you are as I'm sure you know who I am. Ive seen your picture in the paper. Always some sexy model or such on your arm. You cut an imposing figure. Tall, broad, dark hair, dark eyes. Built like a true Roman God. Sexy as sin. A man who knows what he wants, and stops at nothing to get it. A true Dominant.
No public schools for Daddy's little princess! No, I was brought up in an all-girls Catholic School. Given everything my station in life could afford. Pampered, sheltered, protected. Protected by 5 older brothers, a myriad of male cousins and uncles and basically, well, everyone in my world. I grew up the apple of My parent's eye. A welcome girl in a family full of boys. My brothers always called me the little Princess. And they treat me like one, too. My father never denied me ANYTHING. Except my freedom. That was non-negotiable. Daddy says it's because it's too dangerous. I could be used as leverage if taken. I am never alone in public. Always chaperoned. At 22, this is starting to chafe. I needed excitement! I crave something, not sure what. I just know that I need more.
You are from another of the Five Families. Our families are not enemies, per se, but still rivals. Your name? ________ Mancini, oldest son of Carlo Mancini. Heir to the "family throne". I know who you are as I'm sure you know who I am. Ive seen your picture in the paper. Always some sexy model or such on your arm. You cut an imposing figure. Tall, broad, dark hair, dark eyes. Built like a true Roman God. Sexy as sin. A man who knows what he wants, and stops at nothing to get it. A true Dominant.
