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FIRST MEETINGS // CLOSED STARTER {QUINN AND ALESSANDRO}

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The heavy, velvet weight of her ivory veil felt more like a silken cage as Quinn Fortini began her final walk as a free woman. Raised in the silent, gilded shadows of her father’s estate in Florence, she had been meticulously sculpted into the perfect mafia princess: a beautiful, quiet asset to be traded when the price was right. To Salvatore Fortini, she was never the daughter who would lead, but the daughter who would secure a legacy through an altar. Surrounded by the watchful eyes of her four brothers and the elite of the Italian underworld, Quinn kept her chin high, her expression a mask of cool, aristocratic indifference that hid the simmering defiance beneath.

As she reached the altar, she finally allowed her gaze to lift, meeting the eyes of Alessandro Marino for the first time. She didn't flinch at the sight of the man who now held the contract to her life. Alessandro was a king in his own right, radiating a lethally quiet authority that would have made a lesser woman tremble. Quinn, however, had spent twenty-eight years surviving the volatile moods of her father; she did not scare easily. She studied her future husband with a sharp, calculating intensity, her dark eyes searching for the man behind the fearsome reputation of the Marino boss.

"Alessandro," she murmured, the name rolling off her tongue with a perfect, fluent Italian grace as she stepped into place beside him. Her voice was steady, a subtle reminder that while her father may have sold her silence, he had never truly broken her spirit. A faint, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips—a challenge hidden in plain sight. She was here to fulfill the arrangement, but as the priest began the ceremony, Quinn made a silent vow of her own: Alessandro Marino might have bought a wife, but he was about to find out that he had married a Fortini who was far from silent.

Emilio was geared up ready for combat with an associate who has broken a gold rule. He would easily sent his men to capture him. Emilio wanted to kill that man with his bare hands. He heard a car pulled over. He thought it was another of his guards when he saw someone familiar step down from the passenger side. His smile fade. His gaze shift the guard who disobeyed his command. The man only shrugged.

He had to stop and face her. “What does it look like?” His voice wasn’t cold only calm making sure he does not offend her. His gaze lingering over her before looking away. He rest both hands on his hips. He arched a brow waiting for her response.

He only hopes she wouldn’t get upset that he was leaving early. A busy man like him never wants to be late for his duties.

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CLOSED STARTER // VALERIA AND SERKAN

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The daughter of the Russian mafioso (who was truthfully trying to steal his crown after every attempt to push her out and her brother' Vitya's repeated issues as her father's first choice) had been in over her head as of late truthfully. Everything back home in St. Petersburg had been near hellish. Way too much even for someone like her ultimately. Granted trying to pull the rug out from under her ridiculous father after everything was a job in itself. She'd gone out of town to handle some of the business she claimed was for her father, but was really about herself of course, and following her business endeavors had managed to escape to Turkey claiming she was taking a few days away for a trip by herself after handling business.

She of course was merely going to see Serkan naturally. Which was exactly how she'd ended up surprising him using her key to go and sneak into his place, of course granted who he was, he noticed almost immediately. "Hey hey," she muttered something quietly in Russian then stopping his hand then. "It's fine, it's okay. No need. It's just me. I know, I should have called but I needed to see you."

Accidental First Meetings // Courtney and Serkan {CLOSED STARTER}

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New York born 27 year old Courtney Hunter just so happened to be in Los Angeles that weekend for a figure skating competition. She'd been trying to get to the arena early hence her rushing. You could never be too prepared for a competition and for a woman who worked and competed for a living (with a hope to get into the Olympics eventually), this was important of course. Except that she hadn't planned on her leaving ninety minutes earlier only to accidentally hit this guy's car. So of course this was not going the way she'd planned. Not even slightly. So she'd ended up getting out of her car dressed and under the umbrella given the momentary rain leaving the rest of her things in her car naturally. She'd gone over to his car then. She couldn't believe she'd gotten into this situation. She was usually so naturally over careful and yet here she was.

He lean back. " it's only a wound.. nothing major.. hand me tequila or a strong liquor l can soak it and I'll be good." He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry.. l've done it numerous of times.. I'm still alive and breathing." He wasn't very happy. He felt stupid how did he not see that sharp object and slide his side open.

"Anne are you even listening to what I'm telling you?"

He squint his eyes.|

Finally someone who understood. The 25 year old almost teacher stared back at him as they were eventually alone in the room after her father had finally left going to tend to a matter in his branch of the Italian mafia. "No one ever says things like that to me..." Daniella muttered very quietly almost surprised he'd had the nerve to actually admit the difference between their genders and positions in this life given who they were. "Everyone else in the world over here just thinks I'm some sort of little precious mafia princess." She rolled her eyes. She rested her hands in her lap then trying to get further comfortable on the couch. She supposed if she was being pushed into a marriage, it could definitely be worse off than to someone who actually seemed to understand her struggle as a woman with all this. Especially considering her life and how it had gone with being pulled back into everything by her father years ago, right back into him and his world in Italy.