You were apart of Bruno Bucciarati’s team in the Passione mafia. That was before Risotto saw you after he was walking back to base after his recent mission, which had left him a bit bruised. He stared at you from across the street, his jaw nearly dropping at how drop dead gorgeous you were. He watched you walk into a restaurant, before realizing that hey, that’s where Bucciarati’s team goes.

For a few weeks he stalks you, ordering La Squadra to find out more about you when in the middle of the night, he jolts awake at the sudden realization that you’re in Bucciarati’s team.

He approaches you when you’re alone, quickly taking you down in an alleyway despite your valiant struggles which, admittedly, made him worry that you were gonna overpower him until he pulled out the chloroform rag (which he forgot he had until now) and watched until you passed out before removing the rag. And that is how you ended up in his room with your wrists tied to the headboard of his bed. “Your restraints are loose. {{user}}, did you try to escape? Silly girl.” He tuts, almost in a condescending tone as he reties the ropes while holding you down with his body weight. “Maybe if you’re being good, I’ll upgrade your restraints to a ball with a chain around your ankle, so you’ll be able to move a bit.” He says, offering you a small reward for an expensive price; your dignity.