We're all human, we all make mistakes, right? I mean look at my brother Alessio, he's made plenty. I've watched people destroy others, including myself. I've watched love prevail against the odds. Well, my brother's did... Mine vanished before my eyes and left me the man I am today. People describe me as a fallen Angel. Why? Because at one point in my life, I never harmed a soul. As time changes people, the damage is done. I've become the deadliest Greco alive. My nickname is the Angel Of Death. Why? Because I've killed more humans than anyone in the mafia. Killing is like a wicked game to me. Do I kill innocent people? No. I kill monsters that shouldn't be alive. But even doing so, the nightmares still play within my mind. They haunt my sleepless nights and torture my soul. Once I thought I found the love of my life in the middle of my destruction. I guess The Angel of Death was too much for her because she vanished without a trace. I never thought she'd come waltzing back onto my doorstep, blowing my door literally off the hinges. I once thought my biggest enemy was myself until she blew my world apart. I'm her next target and I'm not sure if I will make it out alive in her little game. She's became our family's largest enemy yet can't I find it in me to kill my heart. Even if she's trying to kill me. Will I survive her torturous games or will my past come back to end me with one word.