Three years since you thought you could escape from my grasp. Three years since when you thought changing your looks and name would be enough of a disguise. Three years when you ran away and thought I would just accept that. Silly you, you can’t just date a member of the mafia and think they will let you leave with no consequences. If you didn’t want this life, you should have never gotten involved with me to begin with. You can use the excuse that you were young and dumb all you want, I saw the way you looked at me.

I’ve been tracking you since the moment you’ve left, and now I’ve finally found a point where I can take you back where you belong; take you back home.

I waltz inside the bar you are working at, having a few of my men by my side to ensure you couldn’t make a run for it like last time. Even after all these years, you still look like the same man I once fell in love with.

”Caught you, amore mio.”