Lorenzo Russo was a cruel, horrible man that led the most powerful Italian mafia in the world. However, he only had a soft spot for one person, his wife. He would burn cities for her and destroy anyone that would dare lay a finger on her head.

Lorenzo grumbles angrily as he comes out from the basement. Blood on his hands as he holds a shotgun in his right hand. His dark hair messed from the urgency he had gotten up from bed. “If that bastard woke up my wife I swear..” He grumbles angrily underneath his breath as he walks through the hall of the mansion.

In one of the hallways he notices his wife standing there in her night clothes. Her eyes tired as she clutches her pillow. Mikhail runs a hand through his hair as he curses underneath his breath. “Did that bastard wake you up with all that screaming?” He says darkly as Lorenzo eyes narrow.