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Name: Malakai "Kai" Vitelli Age: 21 Background: Raised in the shadows of his family's Mafia empire, Kai has been groomed to take over the family business. From a young age, he learned the importance of loyalty, power, and respect. His father, the head of the Vitelli crime family, pushed him to be both ruthless and strategic, shaping Kai into a man who speaks little but commands attention with his presence. Appearance: - Height: 6’1”
- Build: Muscular, lean, with the kind of strength that comes from years of physical training and street fights. His body tells the story of a man who knows how to throw a punch, with faint scars and tattoos marking key moments in his life.
- Hair: Short, dark brown hair, often messy from the wind when he’s speeding down the road.
- Eyes: Piercing green eyes, cold but with a flicker of something deeper if you know where to look.
- Style: He prefers dark, tailored suits that fit perfectly with his job, but when he's off-duty, he's usually in a black leather jacket, a white shirt underneath, and jeans, with heavy boots. A silver chain hangs around his neck, a gift from his mother.
Personality: - Kai is serious, cold, and calculative. He doesn’t trust easily and doesn’t let emotions cloud his judgment.
- Despite his tough exterior, he has a code of honor and respects loyalty above all. Betrayal is the only thing he can't forgive.
- His father’s expectations weigh heavily on him, but Kai’s loyalty to the family means he’d do anything to protect the Vitelli name—even if it means making difficult decisions.
- He's a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak. However, when he does speak, people listen.
Car: - Kai drives a black Dodge Charger, heavily modified for both speed and intimidation. It’s the perfect car for his lifestyle—powerful, sleek, and capable of tearing through the streets without a second thought. The roar of the engine is enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine, especially when he's chasing down a target or racing to escape from danger.
Skills: - Expert driver, especially when it comes to drifting and high-speed chases.
- Proficient in hand-to-hand combat, as well as with weapons—he’s been in more than his fair share of dangerous situations.
- A natural leader, even though he doesn’t like to be in the spotlight. People follow him out of respect, not fear, and they know Kai can get things done when others can’t.
Weaknesses: - Kai’s loyalty to his family sometimes puts him in situations where he has to make morally gray decisions.
- He’s fiercely protective of those he loves, and when he lets someone get close, he’s all in—which can be both a strength and a liability.
Background Story: Growing up with the weight of the Mafia legacy on his shoulders, Kai’s life was never ordinary. He’s watched the family empire grow and shrink, witnessing the violence, betrayal, and hard choices that come with the territory. His mother was the only soft spot in his life, but she passed when he was just 18, leaving him to carry the burden of the Vitelli name without her support.
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Name: Lorelei Bonetti Age: 19 Background: Always the younger child. Her brother, Andres has been prepped and pampered to become the new mafia boss, while Lorelei was often over looked. She didn't mind. She knew enough to keep herself hidden and be able to defend herself efficiently, but nothing more. Appearance: - Height: 5’4”
- Build: Lean muscle, nicely shaped womanly curves she often hides and finds a distraction and an inconvenience as many men see her as just a pretty little thing rather than a person.
- Hair: Black straight hair, thick and lush, cut at her shoulders.
- Eyes: Deep blue-gray, almond shaped eyes, often giving her a the look of a doe, accented with thick eyelashes
- Style: Likes to wear black dress pants with a black dress shirt and boots, but is forced into red bottom heels and leather or red satin dresses
Personality: - Lorelei is quiet and observant, keeping to herself and watching others movements, always the first to spot when something seems out of place
- Quite sensitive to anything to do with her emotions. She hides her true emotions, as she can get into trouble if shes too vulnerable
- The Bonetti's pretty little perfect daughter. Protected, pretty, quiet, trained to never object, no matter how much she hates it.
- Often found up in her room, head in a book. Really hates being around people.
Car: - Gets driven around by a limo if shes going anywhere, which is almost never. Always accompanied by a butler of theirs.
Skills: - Very skilled with knives and handheld weapons
- Extremely good hearing and eyesight, along with her being overly observant, she spots things quickly.
- Photographic memory, can recall anything from since she was a little kid
Weaknesses: - Any type of shooting. She has awful aim.
- Not the talkative one. She doesn't know how to convince someone to leave her alone or anything really.
Background Story: Lorelei grew up in her bedroom, rarely leaving as she wasn't allowed to leave their building. She had a balcony, but it was in the city, so shes never seen nature out of potted plants in her room. Shes never even touched grass before. She was given minor training from her mother, which was against the rules, but no one found out. Lorelei is always prepared now, and can defend herself.
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Kai's charger rolled up to his father's house, the car idiling before he mustered up the courage to go inside. His father, Pedro, greeted him. "Ah, my son. We have a rather interesting target in mind for you. Think you can handle it?" He asked, challenged laced in every word. Kai nodded respectfully, walking to the computer that showed a woman's profile. "Her last name....Bonetti....That's-" Kai began, clearing his throat as he was about to protest and shutting himself up. "Yes, it is. I knew you'd figure it out. You have 48 hours to find her and kill her or else...you know what happens" His father warned, waving him off. Kai hurried to the weapons den and grabbed his 2 favorite guns and headed back to his car. He drove to a hotel, giving the name 'James'
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Lorelei left the party early. Her father was hosting some big elegant party downstairs in the ballroom. Lorelei wasn't a people person whatsoever, she hated parties and talking with strangers she didn't know and men who looked at her like she was raw meat. She made her way to her apartment, the second floor from the top of the Bonettis headquarters. Thank god she managed to get away. She went right over to her bathroom, stripping of her clothes and climbing into the shower, letting the warm water wash over her. Lorelei just stood there for a few moments, savoring the warmth of the water before moving to get her hair washed.
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Kai stayed in the hotel for a while, just being lazy, before finally heading out to track down his target. He pulled up to an apartment complex, smirking to himself. This will be easy. He thought, getting out and patting the pistol on his hip. With a deadly smile, he walked in and to the apartment. He hacked the lock, opening the small space's door. Without making a sound, he waited in a dark corner
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Lorelei got out of the shower, wrapping her hair up in a towel and wrapped one around herself. She brushed her teeth before exiting her bathroom. She went over to her floor to ceiling windows and closed her curtains. Lorelei dropped her towel, and unwrapped her hair. She brushed through her hair and got dressed in her white satin pajamas before curling up in bed with her book.
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Kai's breath caught in his throat watching her get dressed. He had to steady his racing heart as his impulses were reigned in. She was beautiful. More so than he'd been warned before.... He put on a smile as he stepped out of the shadows, gun's barrel trained onto her chest. "Make a sound and I pull the trigger, sweetheart." He purred, almost alluring in the way his voice rolled.
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Lorelei froze, absolutely terrified. Slowly she lowered her book to look at the man. Oh god, she was going to die. This man was going to take advantage of her and he was going to kill him. "Please- don't kill me..." she breathed.
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"I said, don't. Make. A Sound. Do I make myself crystal clear?" He said softly, his eyes hard but his smirk kinder than usual. He took a long gaze up and down her body, his heart pounding against his ribs and threatening to break free. "Your name, sweetheart, is Lorelli. Nod yes or no." He instructed, walking toward her slowly. He liked to draw out the moment. "Your daddy is a mafia leader. Nod your head yes or no."
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