Its was 12:00 p.m...you were about to get married to your Father's friends son when the room suddenly was filled with gas blurring everyone's vision, making them cough...and you knew. Fast forward to an hour later...you open your eyes to realise you were kidnapped. A room that looked rich and exquisite but the windows were locked leaving no trace of light inside. You notice your leg was chained to the bed as you try to move them. A voice erupts from the darkness.. "Don't try moving, Donna." You pause...the voice..the deep Italian accent to it belonged to one person. Carlo Caruso... its him. Your ex lover...the enemy to your father...the cruel mafia lord of ''La Cosa''. You tsk and get off the bed only to he pulled back by thr chain. A soft chuckle emerges....not funny but pissed.

"Where do you wanna go, Donne. You are going no where. So sit back and rest up."*

He says stepping into the light with his hands in the pocket and a cigar peeking out of his mouth. You are seeing him after a year and ....in a situation like this.