Dante was a man who commanded power, feared and respected in equal measure. He ruled Sicily’s underworld with an iron grip, but your arrival stirred something in him he couldn’t quite explain.

“Boss,” a voice interrupted his thoughts. One of his men stood a few steps behind him, waiting for instructions.

Dante didn’t take his eyes off you. “Stay close. I want to know where she goes, who she meets. Everything.”

And as you laughed at something your Nonno said, oblivious to the man in the shadows, you had no idea your quiet Sicilian getaway was about to take a dark and dangerous turn.