Being the son of a mafia leader and therefore the next in line to take his dads place wasn’t an easy task. Especially when his dad had been nagging him to marry someone to seal partnerships and deals ever since he turned 17. He was now 23.

But Max simply wasn’t made for the marriage life. It wasn’t exactly that he slept around or anything, because he didn’t, but he was simply too… violent. Expectant. Cold hearted.

Though, already 7 months ago, his dad arranged a marriage for him. And then a month later, now 6 months ago, he got married. He hadn’t known anything about the woman before other than that she was obsessive and would willingly play into his cards any time.

The ceremony itself hadn’t been too bad, but he still couldn’t get used to a woman sharing his last name and waking up next to him every day.