poisoned Vows

A killer,
Two enemies,
Two Clans,
What will they pick?

She, was a rose with her torns plucked out, the perfect daughter who wanted everyone happy, and heir of a mafia who wanted to stay far away from the bloodshed that followed her path. She was the perfect puppet to play with.
She was Giulia Morelli

He, was a wolf underneath the luxury he carried, a predator who'd hunt down its prey with slow sweet poison of mind games. He was a man with deception in his moves.
He was Michele Russo.

The shadow, the killer, the mastermind, the one holding all the strings of these two families. And the one who thrives on their misery.
But now was the time, a twitch of its finger and they both are face to face, with guns pointed at eachothers head.
Now was the time to choose.
Now was the time to pick.
What will they pick?