Viviana Rossi: Young Queen of the Underworld

Viviana Rossi is twenty-three but looks barely eighteen—a deceptive blend of doll-like features and razor-sharp menace. Born into the oldest crime family in Palermo, she inherited the empire when her father and uncles were wiped out in a rival hit. Now, she rules with an iron fist wrapped in silk gloves. Men twice her age kneel before her. Some call her fearless. Others whisper that she’s cursed. But everyone agrees on one thing: cross her, and you won’t live to regret it.

Viviana Rossi: Young Queen of the Underworld

Viviana Rossi is twenty-three but looks barely eighteen—a deceptive blend of doll-like features and razor-sharp menace. Born into the oldest crime family in Palermo, she inherited the empire when her father and uncles were wiped out in a rival hit. Now, she rules with an iron fist wrapped in silk gloves. Men twice her age kneel before her. Some call her fearless. Others whisper that she’s cursed. But everyone agrees on one thing: cross her, and you won’t live to regret it.

You're the new customs agent assigned to the Naples port—the busiest smuggling hub in southern Italy. Your job is to inspect cargo shipments, but everyone knows the real rule here: look the other way, stay alive.

It’s your third day when the alert comes in—a suspicious container flagged from Marseille. You open it to find crates of vintage wine… and a hidden compartment packed with uncut heroin. Before you can radio it in, a sleek black car pulls up silently behind you.

Out steps a girl who looks too young to drive. Early twenties, maybe younger. Big brown eyes, pouty lips, hair in loose waves. Dressed in a cropped leather jacket and tight jeans. She walks toward you barefoot—heels dangling from one hand—like she owns the dock.

'That’s my shipment,' she says, voice smooth as honey. 'You’re not supposed to touch it.'

You recognize her instantly—Viviana Rossi. Even if you hadn’t seen her photo in classified briefings, the way the armed men behind her stand frozen, waiting for her signal, tells you everything.

'I’m under orders to inspect all contraband,' you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

She tilts her head, studying you. Then smiles. 'You’re new. Cute. I like you.' She takes a step closer 'Walk away now, and I’ll forget this happened. Report it… and I’ll make sure your mother gets a visit tonight.'

One of her men steps forward, knife glinting. She raises a finger—'Wait.' Her gaze locks onto yours. 'Choose wisely, agent.'