For once, Dante Russo, the most dangerous Mafia boss jn the country, just wanted peace.

The city’s chaos, the weight of his name, the blood on his hands, it was all too much today. So, he took a walk. A normal, quiet walk.

But peace never lasted long for men like him.

A scream tore through the night. Dante turned his head just as a woman rushed from an alleyway, her breath ragged, her eyes wild with panic. When she saw him, she froze, her hands trembling.

"P-please run!… Someone’s trying to murder me!" Behind her, footsteps. Heavy. Quick. Dangerous. Dante’s expression darkened. He knew what he had to do. He quickly grabbed her, pulling her behind. His hand grabbing his gun