He is enticing. She is forbidden. || MAFIA ROMANCE
A make-believe marriage ceremony between two kids and a deadly shoot-out afterwards.
What can go wrong?
Only for the marriage to be considered legal, years after, to the "Heir of the Italian Roya...
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The crisp autumn air of Salem, Massachusetts, was a stark contrast to the playful laughter of two young children.
Anton and Rose, dressed in their Sunday best, were lost in their own little world, a world on make-believe and innocence, where they were conducting a make-believe marriage ceremony.
The young boy with bright blue eyes and a mop of unruly wavy hair, was engrossed in the game of innocent love and pretend marriage with his playmate, Rose.
A delicate girl with long, flowing brunette hair, giggled as Anton placed a simple ring around her finger, a small silver band in the form of a crown, which he had always worn around his neck.
The young boy's mother watched the children with fond smile from afar, reminding her of her romance in this twilight autumn.
She had moved to Salem few years ago, when Anton was few months old, drawn to its vintage history and the quiet charm of the town.
A perfect blend to hide her sinister past and live a quiet life protecting her son.
A stranger, dressed in a long dark coat, sat on the a nearby bench, his gaze fixed on the children. His face was obscured by a wide-brimmed hat, but Anya could sense his intense interest.
Surprisingly, the young mother was not threatened by his presence near the children.
It was as if he was meant to be around them.
Around the young boy to be specific.
The young boy and girl had found a make-shift altar beneath a towering oak tree, surrounded by fallen leaves that crunched beneath their tiny feet.
There was a wooden ring mixed with white gold, tied to a pendant around his neck.
Anton reached up and carefully removed it.
He held it out to Rose with his tiny hands and voice filled with childlike wonder.
"Here, Rose. This is for you."
Rose's eyes widened in delight as she took the ring and slipped it onto her tiny finger.
She giggled and pretended to kiss Anton's hand, their play acting filled with a sweetness and purity that was unknown to the darkness that would soon engulf their lives.
As they continued their innocent game, the man watched them intently from the bench near them.
His eyes were fixed on the children, and a disturbing smile played on his lips.
He seemed almost mesmerized by their carefree laughter.
Suddenly, the mysterious man clad in black attire, leaned forward and spoke in a low, menacing voice.
"I pronounce you husband and wife."
The young boy and girl looked at each other, confused.
They didn't understand what the words meant nor who the man is, but his words sent a shiver down their spines.
The young mother was too stunned to speak.
She watched in horror as the man stood up and walked towards her son and the young girl.
Just as the man was about to approach the children, a gunshot rang out.
The sound echoed through the town square, shattering the peaceful atmosphere around the autumn leaves falling on the ground.
The mother turned around, with her heart pounding in her chest as she turned to see Rose's parents lying on the ground, blood pooling around them.
A group of men in dark suits had appeared, their faces obscured by shadows.
The calm and collected priest, who had just pronounced Anton and Rose as husband and wife, revealed himself to be a ruthless assassin.
The mysterious man sitting with priestly aura, who had been watching the chaos unfold, stepped forward.
He pulled out a gun from his coat and began to fire at the men in suits.
To the shock and disbelief of everyone present, he was incredibly skilled.
He took down each of the assailants with deadly precision.
With a cold, calculating gaze, he eliminated the attackers, leaving no survivors.
When the shooting was over, the town square was silent.
The only sounds were the sobs of Anton's mother and the whimpers of the children.
When the gunfire ceased, the town square was bathed in an eerie silence.
The bodies of the attackers lay scattered around, a stark reminder of the violence that had just taken place.
Anya looked at her son, who was frozen in shock.
Rose was crying, her face pale and frightened.
The strange man, who had revealed himself to be a ruthless assassin, walked over to Anton and Rose.
He extended a hand to them, his voice calm and collected.
"Come with me," he said.
Anton's mother hesitated, but she knew she had no choice.
She took the children's hands and followed the man.
As they left the town square, Anton looked back at the place where Rose's parents had been killed.
A sense of sadness and loss washed over him, and he knew that his childhood innocence was gone forever.
The man led them to a black sedan parked nearby.
He helped them into the back seat and then climbed into the driver's seat.
As they drove away, Anton watched the town of Salem disappear in the rearview mirror.
He had no idea where they were going, but he knew that his life would never be the same again.
In that midst of chaos, the young Rose was unconscious in the embrace of the young women.
As she glanced down at the young girl, holding her tighter, scared for their future.
The peaceful autumn afternoon had turned into a nightmare, and the lives of two innocent children were forever changed.
