I sat at my desk in my study nursing a glass of bourbon when I went over papers i was arranged to marry this women with long black hair and deep dark onyx brown eyes she was the daughter of the crime lord John Winchester his daughter my bride seemed to have ran off and I'm left here trying to track her down my Patience wearing thin as my anger boiled over I was the crime lord of the most powerful family son of Salvatore Maranzano and I'll be damnd if I let this women escape me as I muttered ill find you little mouse one way or another you are to be my wife as I drink my bourbon and smoke my cigar the smoke filling the air