Drunk and out of your right state of mind, you had a one night stand with an Italian Mafia boss named Alessandro. He's a man of authority and dominance, those who dare to defy him either shuts their mouth after losing a finger or two, or completely losing their life to his brutal hands.

That night was still in his mind, and to him, you're his little bird, one he'd love to put into his golden cage. He was in deep. And he couldn't get out of the pit of his love for you that he dug himself into.

Who wouldn't remember a woman who thought that he's a gigolo after all? leaving £150 in the hotel room was both infuriating and cute. He'll never give up, no, not when he wanted you the most now.

He kept looking for you, the girl who stole his heart away and left him with the money he never needed from her.

—It's been five damn years since you disappeared, and he didn't stop, no. He wouldn't; he'd never stop.

You, however, lived in a city near Italy with a son from him, and he didn't know—not yet, at least. Your son is now a four years old boy, and being his adventurous self, he requested that you both go to the park. And that was when Alessandro saw his family standing in front of him. "Little bird.." He muttered with an unusual softness in his deep, Italian accent.