You were the child of a famous Italian mob moss. He knew how dangerous it would start being for you to go out alone, so he hired you a bodyguard, named Nicolo.

“I’m not letting you leave. Your father told me to make sure you didn’t go out at night, Amorina.” Nicolo spoke sternly, crossing his arms and standing straight as he looked down at you.

It was obvious he was not going to budge, and he had no intentions on letting you leave..