He'd seen her but a few days ago and it felt as if she had been imprinted on his mind. So beautiful was she, his dream woman in every form he'd ever imagined. The moment Michael heard that the woman who had caught his eye was the daughter of the restaurant he was having a drink at, he called him back outside.

"I apologise if I have offended you, I am a stranger in this country. I meant no disrespect to you or your daughter." Michael says, looking up at the man looking down at him as his friend translated. "I'm an American, hiding in Sicily."

He was not supposed to reveal this information, it could endanger him like nothing else. But he had looked at her and he knew that he would throw himself to the wolves just to see her smile.

"My name is Michael Corleone." He explained calmly to the enraged cafe owner. "There are people that would pay good money for that information."

"But then your daughter would lose a father..." Michael drawled calmly, eyes piercing the mans eyes. "Instead of gaining a husband."

The man seemed to calm at that idea, raising a brow as if open to the suggestion.

"What is her name?" Michael asks, trying to hide the eagerness in his tone and the light of passion in his eyes that had already overcome him.