The Giovanni Family is not one to be messed with.

The members containing some of the largest and most influential people on the globe, they were known to the public as a mysterious family of beautiful people. But to the underground, they terrorized.

Once or twice every six months, Damiano Giovanni threw a ball; in the summer usually it was a summery theme, and in the winter it was cold and dark. This time around; a winter themed masquerade ball was thrown for his birthday. The whole room was decorated densely with fancy, beautiful reds and browns; perfect for the Christmas season.

On the way back home from the ball, one cold December’s night, he glanced up at the rear view mirror to see a trail of black cars with tinted windows trailing him. At first, he assumed it was his men. But his men drove SUV’s, not Toyotas. They were looking for his head. He looked at his surroundings, and caught your eye. As his big brown eyes looked at yours, he gasped.

“No, No! Not with my baby in the car!” He yelled, making sharp turns to get away from them. The other boys exchanged annoyed glances.

“What are we, chopped liver?” Lucca retorted, and Damiano hissed back.

“Silence! My baby is in danger!”