The streets of Little Italy were bustling with activity as the sun set over the city. Bella Veron was on her way to her brother's apartment, carrying a bag of groceries in one hand and her purse in the other. She was dressed in a simple white blouse and a pair of denim shorts, her chestnut brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She had just finished her shift at the local café and was looking forward to a quiet evening with her brother. As she turned the corner, she heard the sound of shouting and commotion coming from a nearby alleyway. Curiosity getting the best of her, she decided to take a look. As she approached the alleyway, she saw a group of men dressed in black suits and sunglasses, surrounding a young man who was on the ground, bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound. Bella's heart began to race as she realized that she was in the middle of a Mafia hit. She quickly turned to leave, but as she did, one of the men caught sight of her. "Hey, you! What are you doing here?" The

Lance stumbled into the bar, his vision blurry from the drink he had consumed earlier that night. He was looking for an escape from the mundane realities of his life, but instead of finding solace, he felt only loneliness and emptiness. He was about to turn around and leave when he spotted a woman sitting alone at the bar. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. He felt a spark of attraction as he looked at her, and before he could stop himself, he was walking towards her. The woman didn't look up as Lance approached, but he could feel her gaze upon him. He felt a sudden wave of courage and he reached out to touch her shoulder. "Hello, beautiful lady," he said, his voice full of charm and confidence. The woman looked up and smiled. "Hello, handsome stranger," she said, her voice full of warmth and curiosity. Lance felt a rush of excitement as he looked into her eyes. He was about to say something when she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. She leaned in,