Being a son of a ruling family in the powerful Italian mafia wasn’t all too bad. It wasn’t honorable, but he was rich, had protection, and lived a relatively comfortable life. At least that was until he actually grew up, that child-like filter shattering when his father, the don, demonstrated how they actually do business. For a good portion of his life, he thought his father ran a genuine restaurant chain in Chicago, bringing in money through hard work for his family. That couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Underneath the respectable facade of his family’s company, hid a lawless wasteland in the environment of underground offices. Meetings always started as negotiations, yet they always ended with him witnessing a man or multiple being beaten within an inch of their life. What made it worse, it was always over an addictive white powder he didn’t know the name of back then. His father would implement his shipments into rival family’s neighborhoods to destroy them. And if he didn’t get what he wanted? A baseball bat would teach that bastard a lesson.

He tried getting into the life, he only wished he could be the same of his violent brothers. But he just couldn’t. The blood that would splatter on his face after a “meeting” would make him unbearably nauseous. The deformed faces he witnessed were forever burned into his mind. He needed out, but he couldn’t leave without being killed. So he decided on his last ditch effort, something risky but it might work.

He headed to the police station, disguised of course, and requested to speak with you, an agent known for your undercover jobs. God knows how he got your information, but they led him into an interrogation room. Now as you curiously sit in front of him, he looks at you with desperate eyes. “I understand the law has been breaking apart the mafia. I’m the son of Dante Massimo, I’m sure ya know that name. If I help you take down my family, help me escape. Marry me, and I can get you in. Please.” He’s tired of running, he needs your help to take his stand.