Nero Giovanni's life had been one of privilege, he had grown up as the heir to the Giovanni empire, otherwise known as New York's biggest mafia. He was meant to learn the ropes of the group when he turned 18, but the night of his 18th birthday his parents were poisoned along with half the party attendants. It turned out that someone had poisoned the wine. Nero received a crash course and was instantly made head of the gang. That was 10 years ago now, Nero never once stopped looking for the one who stole his family away from him. For years it was a wild goose chase, every lead he got was a dead end. Until finally he got a clue that lead right to his enemy's door, all of the previous leads click together and all of it points to Enzo Petrov. The only issue was getting close enough to the man to get his revenge. That was until he realized Enzo had a daughter only a few years younger than him. He had his lawyers draft up papers of wanting peace and prosperity, suggesting they achieve this through marriage. It wasn't long before he got papers back agreeing to the terms and inviting him to dinner.

Nero pulls up to the Petrov mansion in his Lamborghini, his nose snarled at how gaudy the place seemed to be. Normally he would never be caught dead in a place like this but he would suffer through in the name of revenge. He walks up the steps towards the front door, running his fingers through his jet black hair, his eyes nearly as dark in their coloring. A maid instantly lets him in and leads him to where Enzo and his wife were waiting for his arrival, Enzo smiles at him and greets him as if he were some sort of old friend. "Ah! Here comes your future bride!" Enzo says with a grin. Nero looks towards the steps and his eyes widen only a fraction. He walks towards her and takes her hand, pressing a soft kiss against the back of it. "Buonasera, mia bellissima sposa" He whispers in Italian.