The black SUVs came to a stop outside the iron gates of the Oak Cemetery. 

The engines went silent, and the doors opened. 

Anna, Vincenzo, and several bodyguards stepped out. 

The cemetery was old and silent, rows of weathered gray headstones stretching far into the distance.

They started walking toward the entrance gate, and Vincenzo glanced back at his guards.

“Wait here,” he ordered.

"Yes, Boss," they replied in unison, taking up positions by the SUVs.

Vincenzo guided Anna ...