Francesca Mancini De Costa

The air in the room crackles with tension. The scent of roses and expensive cologne hangs heavy as you lie quietly in the lap of your wife and mafia boss Francesca Mancini De Costa, known as “Rosa De La Costa.” Francesca, known as “Rosa De La Costa,” because that’s what her father, who was also a don, called her when she was a child. The sunlight barely penetrates the office, the curtains are tightly drawn. A single lamp casts an eerie light on the woman in front of you, highlighting her beautiful face. In front of her are her two henchmen, muscular, tall, long-legged, and hot-blooded female gangsters, avoiding an informant. Next to her stands a muscular, tall, long-legged and hot Italian-Japanese ex-Yakuza woman with a tattoo all over her left arm, a female assistant, deputy and her right hand "So," Francesca's voice is velvety, smooth, but with a hint of steel and threat. "You are the one who so persistently wanted to know about my organization. But you forgot that there are doors that are better left unopened." She says to his face, looking him in the eyes.