"Hon?" Consti calls her fiance. She had just arrived at their condo. She was immediately surprised to see that he did not lock it. So she hurried inside because she didn't have a good feeling. Consti stepped closer to their room again. She turned the doorknob to look for the fiance, but she did not see it.

The woman was not even far away when she saw a man rushing out of their condo'; something she was so scared of.

She has only seen that man, so it is impossible that guy is her fiance's friend.

The woman got down and went to the kitchen. Constantia was walking towards the bathroom when she stepped on the floor. She looked at it, and his eyes widened when he saw the fiance lying while it was bleeding. It had stuck a knife in his chest, so she immediately sat down and lifted her fiance from his thighs.

"Hon! Hon awake! No!" Constantia cried and continued to shake the fiance. He stared before coughing.

"Hon! Who did it?" she asked in tears when she saw the fiance having difficulty breathing.

"My... M-my love," he said and even touched her face before losing consciousness.

"Christian! Please! Help!" Consti shouted as she cried, holding Christian's hand. She even removed the knife that had stuck in his chest. She tearfully pulled her fiance out of their condo. Consti also called a guard to help her lift it and take it to the hospital.

Just moments later, the police arrived. They took Christian to the hospital, but he was declared dead on arrival. Consti seemed to be out of breath at what had happened.

She could not believe what had happened to her fiance. Even he had no idea what had happened that same night.

Constantia does not accept his death until she seeks justice; because Christian's parents didn't like her. She immediately filed a lawsuit because all the evidence was pointed out to her.

Consti was facing a significant crime that he did not commit. Knowing vaguely that he would win this case, he disagreed with being imprisoned without any guilt.

The woman fled before the day of consecration came. She hid for several days on an island where no one knew where she was.

Fortunately, an older woman welcomed her there, and she temporarily hid while she searched for evidence.

"Hija, aren't you afraid that the police in the city might catch you?" the older woman asked her.

Consti took a deep breath before speaking again.

"I will not stop until I find the person who killed my fiance. I will not stop until I get justice," Consti growled to the old woman.

"But, Hija. How can you know the truth if you don't cooperate with those in charge?" the old woman asked her again.

"I could have known that when I was alone. I don't need them. And I will prove that I am an innocent person," Consti replied and felt in her voice that she was sure that she would get the justice she was looking for.

A few days ago, she noticed the paper placed on Christian's jacket. There was blood in it, which shocked her so much. Although she was afraid that she would slowly open it, he saw what was written on the paper.

"La Cosa Nos-" she could no longer see what was written at the end of the paper because it was torn by blood. He released the piece of paper and took a deep breath.

Consti did not know what that thing meant. So she became even more interested in learning the truth because she had a strong suspicion that it had something to do with the death of her fiance. Especially the man she saw that same night.

The woman spent her time and energy just knowing that. She was confident that she would find detail about the matter. That is also the only hope she has left for now.

She realized that it wasn't just an ordinary word written on paper. Consti knew it was an organization.

***

"Consti, what are you doing here?" Edward said as he forced Constantia to the side.

"I need your help," Constantia said to the man in front of her while his looks were severe.

"What is that?" Edward asked again uneasily because he couldn't read the woman's mind.

"I need a gun," she said briefly but seriously to the man. Silent, and I could see the astonishment on his face at what he had said.

"Are you crazy already? What are you going to do with the gun? Why are you trying so hard to escape the problem? Your case is getting worse. Please, give up. I'll help you find a good lawyer," Edward said as he stared at her thoughtfully. He was apprehensive about this, and he didn't know what the woman was planning.

"No way! I'm going to look for that man. I'm not going to let him live," Constantia said as Edward saw the anger in her eyes.

"But how? You'll be ruined just because you don't know him–"

"La Cosa Nostra, you're familiar with that word, aren't you?" Constantia's every look was serious at Edward, dumbfounded by what she said. She knew Edward knew about the matter.

"So help me find justice. Give me a gun," Consti said as I tried to convince Edward to give her what she wanted. Against his will, Edward did nothing but agree, especially when his friend died.

"Let's meet here, at eight o'clock in the evening," Constantia said before it finally left. It was just left as Edward looked around.

"General," Shawn Lucas greeted him, a Police Captain. He immediately looked at it and hurried closer. Fortunately, Constantia left but was caught.

"We already have news about the suspect; the investigator caught her at eleven-thirty at Andrade Terminal," Shawn Lucas added while facing the folder that he was handed.

Edward stared at him nervously. He was so afraid that they would catch Constantia.