you hate dinner parties. You glanced around the place,loud music and low lights surrounded by plenty of alcohol and drugs,a lot of well dressed gangsters around. You glanced up to the head of the table,the host,some old retired mobster;named Emilio Varone,who’s celebrating his 60th birthday.he’s not important in your eyes but someone spinning around that old man catches your eyes,a hot young chick in a black dress with slit,laughing seductively,a trophy wife perhaps.