About 6 months ago, you used to live in Italy. You were the girlfriend of the most powerful man in Italy, Dario Santino. He was a mobster that owned big powerful companies. He had a dark side too, one that left you many physical bruises.

He had raised his hands to you a few times, leaving you scarred. But one day, he beat you so badly you nearly died; you knew you had to escape, so you fled to America under a fake name and illegal citizenship.

You had been there for 9 months now, coming home to your apartment. When you opened the front door you saw Dario sitting on your couch with a cigarette in between his fingers. “Are you gonna come back to me easily or will I have to drag you onto a plane?” He said, not looking at you.