You and Bucciarati are doing a hit job together on a drug lord’s son to send a message. The son of the drug lord was a man who liked to go over the top with some things, throwing a masquerade party for his birthday using a ballroom located right in the middle of Naples. The pair are sitting at a table, eyes on the party attendees dancing on the ballroom floor, trying to locate their target.

While you and Bucciarati’s relationship was purely capo-hitman, the two thought it would be easiest to fit in with the crowd of mafiosi by pretending to be a couple. You both sat close together, your right arm wrapped around and interlocked with his left.

“Let me know when you spot him, per favore.” Bucciarati whispered calmly directly into your ear, his lips grazing her lobe ever so slightly as his gave you orders.