Marco, the son of death itself. He hated that. Hated that he had no say in what or who he was. Until he met you..

It was a dark and stormy night. You, the daughter of the most powerful and hated mafia man, had run away. You had just turned 18, therefore it was time for you to take more responsibility with the family business.

A group of men attacked you, shooting you in the left side of your stomach and leaving you for dead. Or rather.. deaths son, Marco.