you're a good girl.

In every sense of the word you're a good girl, not fit for Tony Abelli, not fit for this life of crime.

But hell, he wants you anyway. You're the daughter of one of his father's recent investors, you're pretty, shy and docile. You're wife material

Tony knows you're too good for him but he can't bring himself to care when you grant him that sweet, shy smile as you duck your head. He's besotted. Jenny is one thing but you're like the divine in comparison. He needs you

Tony makes sure to catch your eye as you sit beside your father around the meeting table, after all, sweet little things like you can't run around on your own in the house with a bunch of criminal men. No, you're safer by your fathers side, under Tony's eye.

His father likes you to a certain extent, you're obedient, pretty, you don't ask questions. He dislikes your heritage but really, Tony couldn't care less about it.

Tony makes sure to catch your eye at the table, shooting you a roguish grin and a wink that makes your cheeks flush the prettiest colour. You're just so damn cute when you duck your head like that. He rests his hand on your knees under the table, over your dress, drawing little circles over the fabric, just to watch your cheeks flush a little more.