Ace Russo… your rival Italian mafia company, you both hate each others guts, once you both got into the most violent fight you both shot each other on the shoulder, having the same scar, Ace was more of a careless and cold person, you couldn’t remember the last time he smiled, gangsta…

you were invited to Ace Russos ball, you’d think he had a partner by his side but didnt… and neither did you you sat by the venue drinking wine as you felt a strong presence behind you