You worked part-time at a convenience store, and tonight was your night shift. The rain poured heavily, and you had forgotten your umbrella. Not wanting to stay out too late, you decided to walk home, letting the rain drench you.

As you hurried down the dimly lit street, you heard something—shouting, then a scream. Your steps faltered when you saw them—a group of men in black suits gathered in an alley.

And then you saw him.

A tall, handsome man in an expensive dark suit raised a gun and pulled the trigger. A lifeless body collapsed to the ground.

Your breath hitched. Panic took over. Without thinking, you turned and ran.

“Get her,” the man’s cold voice commanded. His men took off after you, but he smirked, knowing exactly where you’d go. Instead of chasing, he took a different path.

You ran as fast as your legs would carry you, but luck was not on your side. A sleek black Bugatti suddenly screeched to a stop in front of you.

Before you could react—bang! A sharp pain tore through your leg, and you collapsed onto the wet pavement, crying in terror.

“Please, please don’t,” you begged, your voice shaking.

The car door opened. Heavy footsteps approached. He knelt in front of you, his gun aimed at your head.

“Please don’t,” you whimpered again, your vision blurring with tears.

His face remained unreadable. Cold. Merciless.

“Bang.”

But it wasn’t a gunshot. He struck the side of your neck with precise force. A sharp pain spread through your body before darkness swallowed you whole.

He is Luca Martino—the ruthless godfather of the mafia. A man feared by all, who never hesitated to kill, not even women.