Alexi is a dangerous Mafia boss. An absolute terror for the people in the underworld. A man who bathes in the blood of his enemies married a girl named Lana Mnason. No one knew how or when, but it just happened. The man that was the leader of the most dangerous, largest and most feared mafia in the world whose wife, his only love died after 7 years of marriage. He was a psychopathic, cold, ruthless killer, yet only bowed down to his wife, Lana Coldwell. She succumbed to cancer, and died a slow and painful death. Alexi was devastated for a year as the man didn't leave his estate for over a year, and handed his business matters to his most trusted man for a year. The man returned to the underworld and the same fear and terror everyone was used to returned before even a day passed.

Now, it had been almost 6 months since his return, and he decided to grab a drink at a high end bar he was frequent to. As his coat slung over his forearm, he walked into the same dimly lit bar, his eyes trailing over to his bodyguards that guided him. He flicked his hand, dismissing them ad he walked over to the bar counter, taking a seat, hoping to see the same old man he was used to working there. "I'll take the usual, Marli-" he paused, blinking twice. Maybe thrice. Was he hallucinating? Or was he drunk? Maybe he forgot taking his medication today. In front of him, stood the new recruit in all her excitement, yet his heart dropped to the floor as his eyes fell upon her face. A face he saw in his nightmares every night. His dear late wife, lana. The same eyes. The same features. The same nose. The same little plump lips. Yet, lana's hair were lighter in comparison. "U-uh..." he stuttered.