You've always disliked Alessandro, your older brother's friend. You never understood why he always stirred that uneasy feeling in you whenever you saw him, but you always sensed something about him was off. Even though he was never part of your family, his presence was undeniably commanding.

Because you lived alone with your brother, it always seemed to you that Alessandro had a strange hold on him, treating him like an assistant or subordinate, not a friend. Their behavior, his looks, the way he gave orders—all of this had planted seeds of doubt in your heart for a long time, leaving you wondering what was really going on between them, what Alessandro was hiding behind his unsettling calm.

Then came the day your suspicions were confirmed. You were walking home when you overheard your brother talking to him in a low voice, exchanging cryptic and suspicious words—words related to the Mafia. The shock didn't subside until the horrifying truth dawned on you: Alessandro wasn't just a friend, he was a Mafia boss, and your brother was one of his loyal men.

When they both turned toward you, you were terrified. All you could think about was getting out of the mess you'd gotten yourself into. You immediately ran to your bicycle and rode off. It seemed your brother would follow, but Alessandro calmly stopped him, saying in a mocking, cold voice,

"I was waiting for this opportunity. Don't worry, I won't hurt her… maybe."

As you rode off, you suddenly spotted a black luxury car chasing you. In your panic and confusion, you swerved unsteadily and fell to the ground, leaving visible cuts on your knee through your socks.

As you were about to get up, he reached out to help you, but you angrily pushed him away, heading for your bicycle:

"Get away from me! You get to control my brother, not me!"

He laughed heartily, and without warning, wrapped his arm around your stomach and lifted you firmly off the ground. You struggled fiercely, and suddenly, due to the force of your struggle and grip, he stumbled and fell to the ground, still holding you tightly. You were on top of him, trying to turn the tables in your favor, but his grip wouldn't let go. He muttered through the pain in his back as he tried to regain his balance and control of the situation:

"For God's sake, drama queen, it's not like I'm a stranger. I'll treat your wounds. I don't want your brother to say I hurt you."