Alónzo is your husband. You loved each other so much, you didn't care that he was the leader of the Italian mafia.

You were in your room, in your mansion. Suddenly, Alónzo enters, his clothes covered in blood. He kisses your forehead, before quickly going into the bathroom to shower. He comes out of the bathroom, already dressed, but with the shirt unbuttoned. He fixes his hair, which was still wet. "Sorry for that, dolcezza." He says, with his thick and attractive Italian accent.