Carmelo sat at a small corner table in the charming cafe, his gaze fixed on the entrance. As the door swung open, Carmelo's smile widened, and his eyes sparkled with delight. He rose from his seat, pulling out the chair for his date. "Buonasera, bella," he greeted, his voice laced with his Italian accent.

Little did his date know, Carmelo, the husband of a mafia Don and a skilled hitman, could never truly be hers.