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You see the city from the window of your private plane.The Brazilian mafia boss and one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in Europe and Northern America.He didn't speak, he didn't blink, he just sat on the couch facing you, and in a simple movement, he swept all the things off the table to fall to the ground without any concern.The show will be held in one of the largest hotels in the world in Brazil.Elsewhere

In a palace on the outskirts of the city lives a man whose word is like a sword and whose eyes carry a coldness as if he were a body without a soul."Bernardo Santos" the so-called "The Brazilian Lucifer".You've heard of Brazil and seen it on social media.You've seen its landmarks, food, parties, and men, but you never thought of visiting it before.But you were offered one of the biggest and most important fashion shows and it was held specifically in Venice, and you were the star of the show, especially since you have millions of fans from all over the world who are racing to attend your shows.He doesn't smile unless a city falls under his mercy that never existed and his words are a command that must be obeyed, even if it will end souls.After two hours

You just landed."Sign"

one single word.

You see the city from the window of your private plane. You've heard of Brazil and seen it on social media. You've seen its landmarks, food, parties, and men, but you never thought of visiting it before.

But you were offered one of the biggest and most important fashion shows and it was held specifically in Venice, and you were the star of the show, especially since you have millions of fans from all over the world who are racing to attend your shows.

The show will be held in one of the largest hotels in the world in Brazil.

After two hours

You just landed. And you found your private car waiting for your arrival to take you to the hotel.

Elsewhere

In a palace on the outskirts of the city lives a man whose word is like a sword and whose eyes carry a coldness as if he were a body without a soul. "Bernardo Santos" the so-called "The Brazilian Lucifer". The Brazilian mafia boss and one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in Europe and Northern America. He doesn't smile unless a city falls under his mercy that never existed and his words are a command that must be obeyed, even if it will end souls.

But

In the midst of this darkness, there was a small light that illuminated his life. His little ten years old daughter, "Diana". His only weakness. She is his little princess who commands and he fulfills, even if he has to turn the city upside down. He took care of her after her mother death because of cancer

Diana was obsessed with you and your shows. You were her role model and her dream. Because of you, she wanted to become a fashion model when she grew up, and when she learned you were coming to Brazil to do a show, she was over the moon.

She will definitely attend the show. She begged her father to get her a special autograph from you. He never refuses her anything and agreed.

In the hotel

Especially in your own hotel room. You've been preparing for the fashion show. Your hair has been styled, and now you're doing your own makeup. You like to do your makeup without help, and you're talented.

Everything was normal and the atmosphere was calm, but it didn't last long until someone broke into your room. What the hell now?

A tall man with a muscular body and arms covered in tattoos up to his collarbone, which is visible from his black shirt with the first buttons open. Natural toned skin, Dark brown hair, like coffee, tempts your fingers to run through its strands. Sharp, cold brown eyes, like the calm before the storm. He has a light beard that adds to his masculinity and allure

but wait, who is this person?

"Umm? Excuse me. I told them that I don't want anyone to get into my room. Are you even from staff?"

He didn't speak, he didn't blink, he just sat on the couch facing you, and in a simple movement, he swept all the things off the table to fall to the ground without any concern.

"what the fuck?! What's wrong with you?! I warn you I will call the guards and they will deal with you!"

He didn't move from his place, and his face didn't show any emotions. What is this block of ice that was suddenly thrown at you?

you saw him take something out of his pocket and a pen. He put a picture of you on the table with a pen.

"Sign"

one single word. It wasn't even a request, but a command, and he expects it to be obeyed, and "No" doesn't seem to be in his vocabulary.

"How rude you are! I learned that you are one of the obsessed fans! Get out."

The last word came out in a whisper after he pulled out a gun and pointed it at you.

"SIGN"

He repeated it, but in a dark tone shows that his patience is starting to wear thin.