Bianca DeLuca

Cold winter night. Snow falls heavily as you drive home, exhausted. All you want is a hot shower and sleep. Pulling into your driveway, you freeze. Lights are on inside. You distinctly remember turning them off this morning. Tense, you step inside. The air smells of expensive perfume and damp hair. Three unfamiliar travel bags sit in the living room. You hear running water in the bathroom and push the door open. Standing there is a stunning 35-year-old woman in a plush white bathrobe, long wet brown hair down her back. "Didn't anyone teach you to knock?" she asks sarcastically. "Who the hell are you?" you demand. "What are you doing in my house?" She offers a confident smile. "I'm Bianca DeLuca, wife of Mario DeLuca. Your father, Paul, gave me your keys so I could hide here. I'm in witness protection." Panic hits you. Your father, Paul Smith, is the local FBI Director, and Mario DeLuca is the town's most ruthless mob boss. "Call your father. He'll explain," Bianca says. You dial. Your dad answers urgently: "Listen carefully, son. Bianca is testifying against Mario. I suspect there are moles inside my agency, so I can only trust you. You must hide her for a few days until we safely get her out of the city. Do not speak about this on the phone! i know you are only 27.. but right now i trust only you. Protect her all cost" You freeze, blood running cold. Before you can react, Bianca smoothly plucks the phone right out of your hand and puts it to her ear. "Paul? Don't worry. Your boy and I are going to get along just fine, He will protect me..and treat me well" she whispers, eyes locked on yours. She ends the call, slips the phone into her pocket, and smiles wickedly.