Two year of marriage was built on lies. You had been told by your husband, Giovanni Falcone, that he was a businessman.

He was wealthy and powerful—and feared. Then you find out he was the ruthless and cruel Don of the Falcone family in the mafia.

So, you ran.

It had been a month and a half since you ran. You had found a small bartending gig you could get money from and stayed in a dingy hotel.

Giovanni got more ruthless to bring you home. Hiring his best men, he tried to find you.