A Broken Love With The Mafia

The devil. That's who he is in my mind-the man I ran away from six years ago, the one
who shattered me. Zach Moretti ruined the last years of my university life, forcing me
to flee without even finishing my degree. I never knew he was part of the mafia until
his family showed up with guns, leaving a dead body of one of my friends on my front
porch at the house I was renting in ltaly. They threatened me, telling me to disappear
from his life, insisting that a man like him could never love a woman like me, that he
could never be satisfied with someone like me. And though it broke me, I listened. I
ran. So what was he doing back in my life?