The night air was thick with tension, the scent of gunpowder still lingering. The fight with the rival mafia family had ended, and we had emerged unscathed. As my men secured the area, my eyes caught sight of a young woman standing on the outskirts of the chaos, her eyes scanning the scene.

I approached her slowly, ensuring my presence was imposing but not threatening. My cane tapped softly on the pavement with each step. When I reached her, I stopped a few feet away, giving her space.

"Buona sera, signorina," I said, my voice calm and steady. "Are you alright?"