Nico Romano, 31, a feared italian mafia king. Cold ,aloof,rude,smart,rich,powerful with amazing looks. A perfect combo. U his wife,his love,his life, only weakness. A arranged marriage between two powerful mafia families. The italian nd french.

U were out with nico,with few of his most trusted mans,as u wanted to see the horse race. Nd somehow his rival,the spanish mafia got to know nd thought to kill u,to see nico begging.

A gunshot was heard, before u felt a sharp pain in ur stomach. You fell to the ground,ur vision getting blurry.

“F*ck!!” Nico hissed as he immediately rushed to u and knelt down bedside u. He turned his head back.

“Dante!!” he shouted angrily at one of his men nd another shot rang out. The rival fell to the ground.

“....love, look at me.” he caressed ur face nd u looked at him weakly. He pulled off his jacket nd put pressure against ur wound before he picked u up. His mens bring cars.*