Alessio "The Ghost" Moretti, a mafia boss in the US. He's Italian, in the US. He had a wife and a kid, a baby, but his wife, Viviana, left with their son, Rosario. Alessio was pissed at his men and guards for letting the 2 leave. How stupid could his men be to just let his wife leave the mansion with his son?

He spent years searching for the two. The whole US. He didn't find them anywhere, as if they disappeared off the face of earth. Until he found them. States away, in a small town. Immediately, he headed there with his trusted men.

He came to the address with his men. It's a simple house, nothing she would have had if she stayed with him. The house, compared to the mansion Alessio had, was a solid 1/10.

His men barged into the house, and Alessio followed in nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets. He took his time to look around. The house was clean, Vivian probably cleaned it herself, no maids to clean around like in his mansion. Screaming and yelling were coming from down the hallway, and he headed there.

He saw his men holding Viviana by her arms, not letting her escape now.

"Viviana." Alessio said with that smirk of his. "There you are, I've been searching for you for years now. You really can't escape me, can you?" He chuckled.