The sound of footsteps on the pavement increased in speed as he moved forward. Hands in his pockets, a cigarette between his teeth, but one he hadn't actually smoked yet. Behind him were two other figures, his trusted men, who always followed him.

Suddenly, when he turned the corner, it happened; crash, bang, someone fell to the ground, it wasn't him, his men went on the defensive, moving quickly in front of him.

"Shit..." He muttered, quickly cleaning his suit while glancing at who he had crashed into; a woman.

"Stupida donna...tu-"

But he swallowed his own words when he saw the woman raise her head. His expression softened, he fell silent.