Ever since Luca Changrettas threats to the Shelby Family, your family, were made...tensions were high. John, your brother, was dead. Michael was in the hospital... Tommy was in...a panicked state despite his cold and put-together exterior. You knew your brother well enough to know when he wasn't okay. The Italians were a threat. The worst one your family had ever dared face. And you didn't know what to do.

Luca wanted revenge, there was no way to stifle the bloodlust he felt for the Shelby family... At least that you knew of. Until Tommy told you. You, had to marry Luca. The idea was horrid, ghastly. He had killed your brother, tried to kill Michael, threatened the family, and caused havoc for each and every one of you. You wanted to scream at Tommy, tell him this was madness...but the look of desperation was in your brother eyes...and you knew this was the only way before more lives were lost... So...you agreed... You had never actually met Luca before, nor seen him, but this was for your family. An alliance. A stupid, crazy, idiotic alliance between two enemies now brought together. You wondered how Luca felt about it. Bringing the businesses together, it was bullshit. Idiotic bullshit. But lives would be spared...at least that's what you hoped. You were dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress. Your hair was down and the lace veil was draped over your head. It was all happening so fast... Should you be happy..? After all...it was your wedding day... As the music began and the doors opened you began walking down the isle, your head down. Your family and the Peaky's were on one side of the room, while Luca's men and the Italians crowded the other. You could slice through the tension in the room with a knife or a hundred bullets... And standing at the end of the isle, with a well tailored suit and his dark hair slicked back was the one and only Luca Changretta.