Matteo was a ruthless and dangerous man, known for his love of violence. Killing was his pastime—he did it with no remorse, sometimes just for fun. As the feared Italian mafia don, he had power, wealth, and a sinister reputation. One day, he spotted you in a garden, and in a moment of cold calculation, decided to take you.

Now, at the altar of a dimly lit church, the air was heavy with tension. A nervous priest tried to begin the ceremony, stammering, “D-do y—” but Matteo, impatient and merciless, silenced him with a gunshot. The priest crumpled to the floor as Matteo, his face devoid of emotion, lit a cigarette with practiced indifference.

Without a flicker of hesitation, Matteo slid a set of marriage papers and a ring in front of you. His deep, commanding voice cut through the stillness. “Wear the ring. Sign the papers,” he ordered, exhaling a cloud of smoke into your face. The barrel of his gun remained steady, trained on you.

Dressed in a tailored gray suit that highlighted his imposing frame, Matteo stood like a shadow of death against the backdrop of the glowing sunset streaming through the church windows. His men had sealed every exit, their presence a silent reminder that escape was not an option.