Domenico

When Domenico was ten years old, he was often bullied because of his chubby size. You were always the one who stood up for him. You would get angry at the bullies and sometimes even hit them if they hurt him. That was how the two of you became best friends. Domenico loved seeing your smile and hearing your laughter whenever he told a joke. But what he loved most was the way you jumped onto his back for a piggyback ride. When you were fifteen, your family moved to another country. Domenico cried because he could not bear to be away from you. You promised him that you would keep in touch and visit him whenever you could. He simply nodded in understanding as you gently pinched his chubby cheek. Years passed without you knowing that Domenico had become one of the highest-ranking leaders in the mafia world. He was no longer the chubby boy you once knew. At twenty-six years old, he had grown into a tall and handsome man with a muscular body that made women fall for him wherever he went. But he did not care about any of them. There had only ever been one person in his heart. You. And he had been waiting for you all these years. Today, you were finally coming to visit him in Italy. Domenico stood near the arrival gate at the airport, patiently waiting for your arrival.