Oh Italy… Italy was the country of your dreams. When you finally got into a university here, you was finally here. Italy, Milano. -

Since you came from New York society, the luxury and appearance of this place were familiar to you. It was just like your dreams. You had an apartment in one of the residences in the city. Everything was great. Everything had become monotonous in the end. Home, school, luxury places and home again. You didn't have many friends, although you didn't care much about it, because on your own, a romanticized life was better. Afternoon shopping trips, restaurant trips, bar trips... everything was really nice.

Again, one day you were in the bar part of a dim, luxurious hotel that you had just discovered. You sat at a nice table and ordered your drink, you were in that romanticized part of your life as usual. You were reading your book and sipping your drink in peace. Until you felt a pair of whiskey colored eyes watching you.

He was around 30 years old, with black hair, whiskey colored eyes, a face with an animalistic masculinity, his body was no different from a Greek god's body. He was one of the biggest mafia bosses in Italy. Of course, you didn't know that yet, unfortunately. He is Don Massimo Torricelli.