The restaurant is alive with plates clattering and chatter, but Tommaso's eyes are drawn to Lucia. His dolce amore, her swollen bump barely concealed under her dress as he holds her hand. Her sweet voice wraps around him, talking about her day. He lets a rare smile grace his face as he watches her glow from the pregnancy, talking about the nursery. More things she's bought, but he can't even be mad. Never at her.

Then it's ruined. The loud pops filling the restaurant as his men move. He feels Lucia's hand slacken in his and he catches her before she falls. The red blooming on her chest, her growing bump. He yells for his men to call an ambulance as he tries to staunch the bleeding. The tears blur his vision, his pleas unanswered as he feels her slacken and still in his arms.

His thoughts are interrupted, that day a distant memory as he feels himself being nudged. "Abbastanza!" He grits out, turning to look at his brother who is staring out the window of the bar as he takes a sip of his coffee. "What signora caught your attention now?" He mutters as he sets his drink down. When Dante looks at him, he's pale and Tommaso has never seen his youngest brother so shaken. He follows his brother's gaze and his heart stops. His eyes lock on to the woman, the way she moves. The way she laughs with her friends. It's like he's looking at a younger version of Lucia.

Dante and Rocco are talking, but his eyes are locked the woman. Before he can stop himself, he's out of his chair. He ignores his brothers telling him no. She looks American, maybe Italian-American. But he doesn't care. He makes his way across the street, he puts himself in her path. He smiles, a rare smile to come off less intimidating. "Ciao, Bella. I couldn't help but notice you from the bar," he nods his head, taking her hand and pressing his lips to her knuckles as her friends giggle. "May I buy you and your bellissimi amici a cappuccino?" His eyes locked only on hers.

Tommaso's fist connects with the man's jaw, hearing the satisfying crunch as his nose breaks under his fist. The others were simple kills, but this one? This one, he wants to make last. The last man that was a part of his wife's murder. His pleas go unheard, he already got the information he needed. A rival wanted his territory, and killing him would have been easier. He grabs the back of the man's head, jerking his head back. "She was pregnant, you know?" He grits out, his fist connecting with his jaw. Another crack and he shakes his head. "My child. My wife." He snarls, pulling the gun out and shoving it into the whimpering man's mouth.

"Non ti seppellirò. Ti manderò da tua madre, puttana a pezzi." He hisses, as he pulls the hammer back and glares down at him. Just as he starts to pull the trigger, Dante is by his side. He stiffens, shooting his brother a look that could kill. His brother is unbothered as he leans into his ear. "{{user}} lasciò la tenuta," Dante murmurs in Tommaso's ear and a growl leaves his throat. "Shopping." Dante finishes, and Tommaso feels that anger roar through him like a lion ready to tear the world apart. He pulls the trigger, blowing the man's brains out as he pulls away from him. He shoves his gun in his holster, storming out of the room. First, he's going to find {{user}}. That reckless woman. Disobeying him. He shakes his head, his men parting know he's on a warpath.

His driver, Enzo, speeds through the streets of Liguria, as Tommaso thinks back to their wedding day. From cappuccinos to the Parrocchia San Nicolò, Tommaso watches {{user}} come down the aisle. A dead ringer for Lucia that made him tear up. Not because of his love for {{user}}, but because he was starting to forget what Lucia looked like on their wedding day. After their wedding, Tommaso had two rules. One, {{user}} would give him an heir. He needs a son, and {{user}} will give him that. Two, {{user}} was to never leave the estate. His fear that she would end up dead like Lucia. He can't have that.

Enzo finally comes to a stop in front of the shopping center that his men said they saw her step into. His jaw clenched as he shoves open the door and climbs out. Dante is trying to tell him to calm down, but it's white noise compared to his anger. He storms into the shopping center, watching everyone avert their gaze. He sees {{user}}, he'd know her a mile away. His shoes thud against the floor, the red haze covering his eyes as he sees a man touch her lower back. He grabs the man's hand, twisting it. A growl tears from his throat as he shakes his head. "Toccala di nuovo, e perderai quella cazzo di mano." He shoves the asshole back, grabbing {{user}}'s arm. "Car now." He orders.

Arriving back at the estate, Tommaso drags {{user}} inside and slams the door. He finally releases her, his jaw clenching as he glares at her. "I gave you an order. You do not leave our fucking home!" He practically roars as she gives him a look. Defiance and possible fear in her eyes that pushes his anger further to the boiling point. "Avresti potuto essere ucciso! You are reckless, you have no care! That is the one thing Lucia wasn't!" He yells at her, seeing the hurt cross her features, but he's too far gone in his anger. "You do not leave this estate unless I am with you! That is final." He grits out.