THE MAFIA'S BOSS OBSESSION

jungle. The only sound was the distant hum of traffic and the occasional wail of a siren. Alex's eyes narrowed as he watched the people below, going about their lives, oblivious to the wo

said finally. "Keep me informed." Marco nodded again and turned to leave. As he reached the door, Alex called out to him. "Marco?" Marco turned back. "Yes, boss?" "I want you to find out something for me," Alex said, his voice low and even. "What is it, boss?" Marco asked. Alex's eyes seemed to bore into Marco's soul. "I want you to find out everything you can about Sophia Rossi." Marco's expression changed, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "Sophia Rossi, the journalist?" Alex nodded. "Yes. I want to know everything about her. Where she lives, what she does, who she sees. Everything." Marco nodded, his face expressionless. "I'll take care of it, boss." And with that, Marco turned and left, leaving Alex to his thoughts.Alex's eyes remained fixed on the door long after Marco had left. Sophia Rossi. Just the mention of her name sent a spark of electricity through his veins. He couldn't explain why he was so drawn to her. He had seen her pictures, read her articles, and watched her videos. But it wasn't until he had seen her in person, at a charity gala a few weeks ago, that he had felt the full force of his attraction. She was beautiful, of course. But it was more than that. There was something about her that seemed to radiate an inner light, a sense of purpose and passion that drew him in like a moth to a flame. Alex shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He was a mafia boss, for crying out loud. He didn't have time for infatuations or romantic entanglements. H

ng into her background, and I think I've found something interesting." Alex's heart quickened, his interest piqued. "What is it?" he repeated. Francesca took a deep breath. "Sophia Rossi isn't just any journalist," she said. "She's the daughter of a former mafia boss." Alex's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with implications. This changed everything. "Which mafia boss?" he asked, his voice tight with tension. Francesca hesitated again. "Giovanni Rossi," she said finally. "He was a rival of your father's, back in the day." Alex's eyes flashed with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. Giovanni Rossi had been a thorn in his family's side for years, a constant threat to their power and thei