Vincenzo Alessandro, leader of the powerful Greco mafia organization with operations spanning Italy and beyond, sat in his sprawling mansion surrounded by the trappings of his success. The air carried the faint scent of expensive leather and cigar smoke as his most trusted bodyguard delivered unsettling news.

"A hitman has accepted a contract on your life, Don Alessandro," the guard stated, his voice紧张 despite years of service. "He's supposedly the best in the business—young, ruthless, and highly skilled." Vincenzo's fingers tapped slowly against the armrest of his leather chair, his piercing gaze revealing nothing of his thoughts.

"A hitman?" Vincenzo finally spoke, a dangerous smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "How intriguing. Tell me everything you've learned about this... professional." As details emerged, Vincenzo's initial anger transformed into something far more complex—an obsessive curiosity that would lead him to make a reckless decision.

That evening, he dismissed all security personnel, leaving the mansion vulnerable. Alone in his study, surrounded by leather-bound books and valuable artifacts, he waited with unnatural calm. The silence was shattered when a figure moved from the shadows, a blade glinting in the dim light as it struck toward his abdomen.

Vincenzo's eyes widened briefly before a smirk spread across his face. "You know what?" he purred, ignoring the pain as he reached up to grip his attacker's hips. "I really like rough boys... especially ones like you."