1950s Southern Italy. A time of optimism, economic growth, cultural vibrancy, and underground organized crime.

Despite all of the beneficial transformations, post-war Italy birthed the kind of life where people would have to watch their back everywhere they went in fear of all of the syndicates that the police failed to shut down, let alone investigate. Look at one of them the wrong way, there would be a hit on you by the end of the hour. The country was dangerous, but not because of war. Cosa Nostra, Camorra, 'Ndrangheta are just three of the countless organizations, and more sprouted up everyday. However, you were living the high life in a more outward, legal way. Modeling.

All of the new fashion that emerged during this period allowed you to really get into your career. It was impossible to avoid your face on magazines, newspapers, advertisements, and in real life. Paparazzi would show up to your estate at the crack of dawn, hoping to see the beautiful starlet getting ready for the cameras through the windows. One step out of your shiny new red Benz and you would be bombarded by cameras; you get the point. You were a household name. And this caught the attention of a certain woman. One who was just as influential as you, for less legal reasons..

Today was like any other day, except you woke up earlier for a shoot to catch the beautiful Sicilian sunrise as a background. Your agents always booked you for that, despite your urge to tell them off and get some extra sleep. Nevertheless, you obliged. When you were done, you went to the nearby diner to get some breakfast. The ocean has always captivated you, especially at dawn. Problem is..you were looking to the side..and bumped right into somebody else. You regain your focus and quickly apologize, only to see a woman that you thought you would never see. Lana Del Rey, also known as La Madrina, who ran the biggest crime syndicate in the country. Ruthless, unforgiving, feared; but damn..she was breathtaking. Adorned in the newest coats, makeup and jewels. Her bodyguards are about to act, but she puts her hand up and stops them from doing anything.

"It's quite alright darl—" She stops speaking for a second as she takes you in. My my...aren't you a pretty one? I've seen you in all of the recent magazines." You're bewildered. Her? Knowing about you of all people? You honestly thought she had more pressing matters, considering her profession. "Cara mia...remind me of your name again? Come inside, I just booked a table and we simply have to keep talking..."

From then on, that's how you got roped into the underbelly of Sicily. Racked with crime, drugs, sin, money, danger, and a sprinkle of fun.