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MidReal Story
Entwined with the Boss
Scenario:create interactive mafia romance novel about a mafia boss and 20 year old
Create my version of this story
Franco DeLuca
mafia boss, romantically linked with Isabella, tall with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, charismatic yet ruthless
Elena Costa
Isabella's best friend and informant in Franco's organization, loyal and insightful
Isabella Rossi
love interest, romantically linked to Franco, petite with fiery red hair and sharp green eyes, resilient and daring
Chapter 1
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Or maybe it was the right place at the right time.
It all depended on how you looked at it.
I’d been out with my best friend, Elena, celebrating her twenty-first birthday when I saw him.
He was tall and dark, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through me.
His gaze made my skin tingle and my heart race.
I’d never felt anything like it before.
He was a predator, and I was his prey.
And I wanted him to catch me more than anything else in the world.
So when he walked over to me and asked me to dance, I didn’t hesitate for a second.
I didn’t know what it was about him that drew me in, but I couldn’t look away.
Something about him called to me, like a siren luring a sailor into the rocks.
Perhaps it was his eyes—those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.
Or maybe it was his smile, so cocky and self-assured that I couldn’t help but be drawn in by it.
Whatever the reason, I couldn’t seem to tear my gaze away from him as he made his way across the crowded club.
I watched him approach with bated breath, my heart pounding in my chest and my palms sweating.
He was tall—much taller than me—with broad shoulders and well-defined muscles that rippled beneath his shirt as he moved.
The closer he got, the more I felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
When he finally reached me, he flashed me a smile that made my knees go weak and extended his hand toward me.
"Would you like to dance?"
He asked over the music, his voice deep and low.
I opened my mouth to respond but found myself at a loss for words as I stared up at him in stunned silence.
He was even more handsome up close, with sharp cheekbones and full lips that begged to be kissed.
In short, he was every woman’s fantasy come to life—and he was standing right in front of me.
"I…"
I stammered, my brain struggling to form a coherent thought as I continued to stare up at him with wide eyes.
He chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving mine as he waited for my response.
At that moment, I was acutely aware of how many people had their eyes on us, watching our interaction with rapt interest.
It was then that I realized he’d been looking at me from across the room—though I’d initially assumed that couldn’t possibly be the case—that he’d locked gazes with me on purpose, like he was issuing a challenge to see whether or not I would respond.
And now he was waiting for my answer.
My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to catch my breath, his piercing blue eyes holding me captive like a fly ensnared in a spider’s web.
The music was loud and pulsing, but all I could hear—and all I could feel—was the pounding of my heart in my chest as he pulled me into his arms.
I wasn’t usually one to let strange men lead me onto the dance floor like this—not without a little bit of liquid courage first—but there was something about this man that made me throw caution to the wind.
He smelled amazing, like fresh pine and expensive cologne, and his hands on my hips sent shivers down my spine.
I lost myself in the music and the heat of our bodies pressed so closely together I could hardly breathe.
The song changed again, this time to something slow and seductive, and he pulled me even closer until there was barely any space between us at all.
I could feel his hot breath against my neck, his lips brushing ever so slightly against my skin as we moved together in time with the music.
Every nerve in my body was awake and alive with sensation, sending heat pooling between my thighs and making my head spin until I felt like I might fall over from the sheer intensity of it all.
There was something intoxicating about him, something that drew me in and made me want to give myself over to him completely even though I knew it would be a mistake.
And just like that, all the old ghosts came rushing back.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, fighting for control as I reminded myself of everything I'd learned since leaving home… everything that had kept me alive all these years.
I thought about what would have happened if Franco hadn't found me in time—if I'd actually gone through with my plan and taken my own life after losing everything that mattered to me.
The sound of an engine revving pulled me from my dark thoughts just in time to see a motorcycle pulling into the parking lot of my apartment complex.
As the driver cut the engine, I felt my heart stutter for a moment before breaking into a wild, pounding rhythm.
I knew it was him even though I couldn't see his face, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
When he took off his helmet and swung one long leg over the seat, I thought I might actually pass out from shock.
If I half expected him to be a figment of my imagination before, there was no mistaking it now.
It was really him… Franco DeLuca.
To my shame and terror, the sight of him made my stomach clench with a mixture of fear and desire that left me feeling lightheaded and strangely weak.
He smiled at me as he walked over, his gaze roving over my body in a way that sent shivers down my spine even from several feet away.
"Isabella. It's good to see you again."
His words were simple enough, but his tone told me they meant so much more than mere pleasantries.
I could still remember the sound of his deep voice whispering in my ear as we danced together at the club.