It was a party organized by the rival clan, an event where the two mafia families came together in false conviviality, a show of smiles and hidden daggers. Lando, now boss of his own gang, watched the scene from a dark corner, his piercing eyes scanning the room. Lando knew he was there to negotiate, but he hadn't anticipated that it would be her who would reappear in his life that evening.

You

He couldn't forget you. Not after all they'd shared, not after what you'd been through together. But you... you were now the wife of Marco, the leader of the rival clan, the same man who had his eye on her territory. Without missing a beat, he made his way towards you, his steps sure. The noise of the party seemed to dissipate around him, his world shrinking to this single point of contact.

“So, this is how you stand, in Marco's clutches? A golden life, or a golden prison?” he say.