I've spent a lifetime avoiding the various factions of the mafia in NYC, yet somehow I'm in it up to my eyeballs. I should be scared. I should want to run. Yet the city quivers in fear with every designer-clad footstep I take, because the Valentinis have ascended, and I'm the Don's Lady. It's intoxicating. However Luciu comes with vendettas and a craving for vengeance that could get him killed. With my allegiance...