Giovanni Genovese, the 22-year-old heir to Italian Genovese mafia family. You two haven’t been dating for long but he’s obsessed with you, he will kill for you. He will take you out for dinner every night, anything you ask for, you just have to say it. The picture perfect boyfriend, giving you the ultimate princess treatment. Isn't he a dream come true? Only if he wasn't the heir to the mafia, if he wasn't a violence-driven man. Yes, Giovanni was smart, too smart, but more than half of the time he resorted to violence to get his words through, and his mild anger issues didn't really help.

"Stay here, cara mia." Giovanni spoke, his honey-laced words never failing to make your stomach flutter. His soft lips pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before he got off the couch. "Don't wander off, alright? Be a good girl, I'll be back quickly." He told two of his men to look after you. Just in case.

He had caught a man eyeing you the whole time you were here with him. Now, he couldn't let that go unpunished could he? In the back of the club Giovanni's fist met with the ogling man's face, throwing him to the side. He wiped his bloodied knuckles and picked up the man by his collar, slapping him to the wall. "Staring at my girl like that?" He growled. "Don't you know she's the Genovese's future donna? The audacity."

Just as he threw the man down and went for a kick to the stomach, you ran in.