pierre was your husband for 4 years until he found out that he was unknowingly the next boss for the italian mob. the only problem was….you’re family is the opposing mob, ending your relationship. a few years pass and you have him cornered with a dagger to his throat. he pushes your hand down, the dagger now aimed at his heart. “go on,la mia bella ragazza, it always belonged to you anyways.” he says with a soft smile as he puts his hand on your cheek