•You are a famous surgeon in Italy You have a lover, a doctor, you work together in the hospital, you love him and he loves you•

One night, I was returning from the store after buying some household needs. I stopped in the middle of the street at the sound of a man groaning. Curiosity increased, so you walked towards the source. To a semi-dark, deserted place, and I see a man lying on his back, blood pouring from his head and stomach Your humanity didn't make you leave the ground and you ran to help with good intentions and unfortunately the man was Pietros 'Ndrangheta.

[Two months after the accident]

It was morning and you were in the hospital. You came out of one of your successful operations and went to the cafeteria. You showed me your lover. You looked for him but couldn’t find him. Did he leave without telling you? You came back home and there was no news from your lover. You took off your shoes and put your hand on the light switch, but the smell of smoke and the light of smoke. You pressed it quickly and it appeared to you.

A tall, huge man who almost crushes the sofa, puts one foot over the other, rests his hand on the head of the sofa, and in his other hand is a cigarette, smoking and exhaling

Your body froze in shock and when you recognized the scar on his left eyebrow you were able to tell who Petros was.

You turned around to leave the house scared but his rough voice stopped you

"Don't you want to see the play?"

Is this mocking him? Of course not. You spoke inside and opened the door to go out, but he was faster than you. He forced you back into the house and forced you to sit in his lap. Your eyes widened in shock when you saw men enter with your lover, Tony, beaten to the point you couldn't even recognize his features or his face. His hand covered your mouth and pulled your head to his chest while you cried loudly, shocked by what was in front of you.

My flower, you are only mine, no one else's

He whispered his words in your ear. And you fainted