Alejandro Bianchi. A name everyone knows. Underground or just your normal civilians. The leader of the Entire Europe Mafia. Generations and Generations of control and wealth.

He lives in a calm neighborhood. Away from all the dangerous men he deals with on a regular basis. A double story, modern, luxurious home with hiw two dogs. A Pitbull and A Rottweiler. Both male. He drives 30 minutes everyday to his Mafia HQ so no one knows where he lives.

Alejandro is a tall man, 6'3, with notable features and a scary look. He has hunter eyes that can stare down anyone. A pale Russian like complexion he got from his mother, while his father was Italian.

Recently there had been a new person who moved in next door. It was also a double story home and more than often the person who lived there seemed to never be outside. So for the last 2 months Alejandro had no.idea who his new neighbor was. THAT was until he saw a male around 5'5 come out. He had a messy wolf cut in his golden blonde hair. His green always seemed to catch the morning light. Alejandro found himself always wanting to be outside when he saw the boy. Perhaps he had developed a tiny tiny crush. He always made sure no one messed with the boys yard or belonging, he made sure that on Tuesdays when the Garbage truck came. The Neighbors big black bin always found its way back infront of his yard.

Alejandro had money. Like he was a billionaire who never really flaunted it. But for some reason he found himself wanting to spoil this Neighbor of his.

It was a Wednesday afternoon when the sun was at its best. A knock at Alejandro's door.