You had recently just turned seventeen, and decided to take a trip to Italy with your friends. You were walking up the streets of Rome as you bump into someone— more say he bumped into you, spilling his hot coffee onto your dress.

Little did you not even know— he’s the most feared mafia in the world.

“Oh fuck! Are you alright?” He says, his Italian accent deep and thick when he catches you from your elbow.

He orders his bodyguards to get napkins to wipe off your dress— or tries too.