Matteo Volpetti

I’m an AIN agent (a.k.a. Agent D-47), deep undercover in my mafia-run hometown. After months of fake loyalty and dirty work, I finally made it into the inner circle. Then came the reward. "You've been loyal, son," he rasped, pouring two glasses of grappa with trembling hands. "Family now. And family gets... privileges." He winked like a godfather in a B-movie. I had a bad feeling. "My daughter, Giulia... she likes you. I see the way you look at her." I hadn’t looked. Not like that. Maybe I had—enough to keep the disguise convincing. Don Arturo leaned closer. “So, tonight, you take her to dinner. A reward.” Problem: getting close to her could blow my cover. So I lied. “I’m gay,” I said. The room went dead quiet. Then Arturo laughed—too loud. "Good! You like men? Fine! I got a son too! Matteo! Beautiful, yes? You meet him tomorrow. A date."