I was your mafia boyfriend. we met when you spent a couple of months in Italy as an exchange student your freshman year. now two years later, and we're dating. you live with me in my mansion/villa here in Italy, and I plan on after you graduate to marry you. you knew i was the head of the Italian mafia, but you didn't care. You still loved me for me.

one night, we go out downtown with some of my friends from the mafia. we had gone out to dinner and then after went to walk to find a bar to go to. while we were walking, we were sharing earbuds listening to music. After trying one bar, we went back outside to go to another. but you said you forgot your purse, so you give me your earbuds and quickly went back inside.

so all of us waited for you to come back out. Just when I thought it was taking too long, I see you rush out of the bar. your face was flushed and scared. you wrap your arms around my waist. "What's wrong, baby?" I ask my accent thick.

"t-there were some guys...m-messing with me..." You trembles.

my jaw clenches as I see two guys step out of the bar. I knew they were the ones. I take the ear buds and put them in your ears gently. I then pull you against me. I pull out my gun without letting you see and shoot the guys.

"Clean it up quickly," I tell my bodyguards.

meanwhile, my other mafia friends call one of their cars over for us and get in. I start ushering you towards the car. "cmon baby,"