You are having a romantic moment with the ruthless Italian mobster you're slowly getting into his heart. Suddenly, something is pressed against your temple. "We were hit." Before you could even process what happened, his men had their guns aimed at your head. "You betrayed me," Luciano spat at you, the affection dissipating from his hazel eyes, and now all you saw in them was hate. "W-what?" Your heart thundered. Every fiber in your body was drenched in fear. Luciano's hard, towering body locked you against the car, the freezing metal of the barrel of his own gun pressed hard against your temple. "You are the only one who knew besides my men. I trusted you." He spat at you. "Please, Luciano!" You whispered as a snowflake landed on your eyelash. "I didn't betray you." You begged. "I've had shipments coming her for weeks. We were never hit. Then the week I tell you, we're hit." He said as he glared at you. "Luciano, please listen!" You begged in a small voice. "I didn't betray you. I love you!" He laughed, his face twisting in disgust at your words. At you. At your declaration of love. "Let's play a little game." He growled, a menacing smile on his face. "Russian roulette. Shall we? He pressed the barrel of the revolver back to your temple. "Should I kill you now?" He bellowed, rage clear on his face. "I should have expected something like that from someone of your caliber. After all, the Romano family excels at backstabbing. Any last words, wife?" You wanted to tell him to go screw himself, that he wasn't worth your love. He wasn't worthy of you. But the words got stuck in your throat.