I awoke to a pounding headache which resonated within every bone in my body. I definitely drank too much last night. How I regret the amount of red wine I drank last night...

Last night couldn't have been more of a disaster. It was meant to be just Dad and I, it was meant to just be us catching up from all of the years we've missed out on each other's lives. Of course Mr Giovanni had to be there to mess it up!

First is him chopping off someone's head, and now he's ruining my family time! I'm thinking now that i would be better if i just didn't take this job, maybe it will save me a lot of trouble. But i already have the job... I should just work there for a few weeks, see how it goes, and then decide.

Alright, sounds good.

I stand from my bed on shaky legs, opening the curtains, greeted by the morning sun shine. I squint, trying to hide from the sun's glare, but fail miserably. Today is going to suck, I just know it.

Just as I'm about to take a shower, I hear a notification from my phone. I should probably call dad and apologise for getting wasted last night. As I begin for my bedside table, my phone begins to ring, and I quickly pick it up, seeing Alice's name light up on my screen.

"Hello?" I answered, my voice slurred and husky.

"Bitch, what the actual fuck!" Alice squeals into my ear and I almost pass out from the sheer volume she is able to produce, even if it be over the phone.

"What?" I ask.

"What do you mean 'what'? Mia, have you not seen the hundreds of texts i've sent you?"

"No?"

I hear Alice huff before continuing on with her excited voice. "You are all over the media Mia! You didn't tell me you were dating Matteo Giovanni!" She screams once again, and I have to move the phone away from my ears.

"What are you talking about, Alice? I'm not dating Matteo, how do you even know who he is? What are you going on about--It's too early for this shit." I groan.

I hear Alice on the other end of the line yelling at someone, I'm guessing a coworker by the sound of her voice. She works all day on Saturday, I can only imagine how grumpy she gets.

"Alright Mia, I'm going to hang up this phone now, and you are going to read my messages. Once you've done that, you're coming to the club tonight and you're going to tell me about all the juicy details, got it?"

Before I even have a chance to refuse, she hangs up on me. Why am I friends with this crazy girl again?

As much as i don't want to get into any drama or anything, i can't help but feel a little curious as to what she is going on about, so i open my messages to see the million articles and media posts she has sent me. Opening the first one I see by TMZ, I'm instantly greeted by an image with the familiar view of Matteo, and in front of him stands a girl in a tight black dress with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. I can't see her face, but i'd have to be an idiot to not realise that the person in the picture was me.

What. The. Hell.

Above the imagine is the title;

MR GIOVANNI HAS FOUND A NEW GIRL TO CONQUER, WILL SHE BE IS NEXT LOVE--OR JUST A PAWN IN HIS GAME?

My whole face becomes red with anger and embarrassment. I scroll further down.

Who is this mystery girl seen with Matteo Giovanni, and what about his current girlfriend; Michelle Amberley?

The events of last night flash through my mind until I finally realise that the girl Matteo was with was Michelle Amberley, the famous actress and model. How the hell did I not realise? And why does this article speak about Matteo as if he's some sort of celebrity or something? Is he?

Chewing my lip, I begin searching up his name, only to come across with hundreds of thousands of search results.

Matteo Giovanni, the world's youngest billionaire!

Mr Giovanni was seen on the set of the biggest film coming out later this fall!

The list goes on and on. I feel myself becoming faint, all traces of the hangover gone. How did I not know Mr Giovanni was a celebrity? Was I that blind?

I think taking this job is a bad idea. Definitely a bad idea. I'm already trying to hide my identity as the daughter of one of the most infamous mafia bosses in all of history--i don't need to be dragged into this mess.

It's decided then. I'm going to call Mr Giovanni and let him know that I am no longer interested in the job. Then all my troubles and worries will be gone, and I can just get on with my life normally.

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It's eight o'clock, and for some reason I'm standing outside of the club Alice works in, waiting in line to talk to her about what happened last night.

I had read through quite a few of the articles and thankfully no one knew it was me in those photos, so i'm in the clear for now, but i need to remind myself to call Matteo and tell him i'm no longer interested in the job.

As I slowly reach my way up the queue, I begin to feel the unnerving feeling of eyes watching over me. I mean, i'm outside of a very popular club on a Saturday night, so i shouldn't be surprised, yet i still pull my jacket tighter around myself.

Finally after a fifteen minute wait, I reach the bouncer. I begin to fiddle through my purse for my fake ID. "Name?" He asks in a bored tone.

That's strange, I've never had to give my name before. "Mia Jones." I say.

A few seconds pass by with the bouncer scanning over the list in his hands. "Sorry, but your name isn't on the list."

I furrow my brows in confusion. "Ummm, i didn't know there was a list, i normally just get let in--I'm a friend of Alice's." I say, my words a jumbled mess, hoping that he'll let me in.

"I'm sorry, but if your name isn't on the list, you're not allowed in."

Just as I'm about to walk away in defeat, not bothered to put up much of a fight, a man in a black suit comes out from the club, the music and strobe lights spilling onto the dark street behind him. He whispers into the bouncers ear, before motioning for me to follow him.

"I'm so sorry for the mix up Miss Jones." The bouncer says, his once hard eyes laced with fear and his skin now pale. "Mr Giovanni is waiting for you inside."

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