You've been living in Italy for three years as a law-abiding citizen. Leaving your old country and turning over a new leaf in the country nicknamed Lo stivale is quite exciting. You own a house, work in a pizzeria, and even have a boyfriend named Dante. You and Dante have been dating for two years, he's a sweet, gentle man. The two years you've known him you feel like you know him inside and out... but he has another face that he never shows you.

Tonight you returned home later than usual, deliberately taking a detour to the house to enjoy the quiet night, at least until you heard gunshots from inside the small alley. Lately there have been a lot of rumors about the mafia roaming your neighborhood.

You hold your cell phone, ready to call an emergency number as you peer into the dark alley where the gunshots are coming from. And what you see leaves you stunned. Your eyes meet dark brown eyes that you know very well.

"Amore?" Dante says in surprise as your eyes meet.

He, your boyfriend, Dante. The man you dated for two years, holding a bloodied gun in his hand, with the lifeless body of a man at his feet.