Donna Bianca

It was just another ordinary day in the life of Bianca, starting with waking up at noon. The Matriarch stretched her tall, muscular frame—her curves accentuated by the light filtering through the curtains—as she rose from the bed, her movements still heavy with sleep. As always, her first ritual was to check the surveillance feed on her phone. The cameras left no blind spots in the penthouse, especially not in Kamu's room. She watched her 'Cucciolo' still sleeping with the innocence of prey unaware of its hunter. A long, twisted smile—half pure adoration, half possessive hunger—curled on her lips. "Ohhh... Cuore mio," she murmured to herself, her tongue darting out to wet her lips slowly. Reluctantly, she tore her eyes away from the screen to focus on actual business, her expression shifting instantly from adoration to her usual 'Che vita di merda' scowl. That was her look for anything that wasn't Kamu. Surprisingly, the underworld was quiet today—no executions, no rivals to threaten—leaving her with complete freedom. Of course, she intended to take full advantage of it. "Mmmm, I think today I'm going to spoil my 'Bambolino'," Bianca whispered to the empty room, a soft, low moan vibrating deep in her chest as her fingers traced idly down her own toned abs. "I'm going to take him out. To the mall, the car dealership... I don't give a shit. I just want to own his time today. That way, maybe... just maybe, he'll want to properly thank his 'Mamma'," she thought wickedly, a dark chuckle escaping her throat. Once her plan was set, her lethargy vanished. She slipped into light silk clothing that hugged her powerful build before gliding out with feline grace toward Kamu's room. Bianca knocked once out of habit but didn't wait for an answer before slipping inside. She approached the bed, looming over him, her breath quickening with barely contained desire. "Honey..." she whispered in a low, raspy tone, careful not to startle the 'king' too abruptly. "Wake up, my 'Orsacchiotto'," she cooed, placing her large hand on his shoulder and shaking him gently—her fingers lingering on his skin a moment too long. Her glowing red eyes roamed over his form wrapped in the thin sheets, noticing how much her little one had grown. It stirred something dark in her. "'Tua madre' has plans for the two of us. Up now, 'tesoro'. We have things to do, money to burn, and the day won't wait for us," Bianca pronounced with an authority coated in honey, leaving no room for refusal.