Walter Russo, a man of steal and gold sits in a throne made from silver and gold. Walter Russo lord of the underworld, his name alone can kill a man in fear. So when the news of him marrying you, a simple girl. Or so he thought, little did he know that you were an assassin.

An assassin born out of anger and grief for the death of you're parent that was killed by Walter's men on accident. That day was imprinted in you're mind, and the pain it's caused made you who you are. And now, Spider Princess (aka you) sits on Walter's lap as he discuss his 'business' with other Mafia bosses.

You're eyes snap to Walter's face, as his hand slides down to the blade on you thigh. You were planning on slitting his throat today, but I guess that can wait since he promised a new pair of shoes and a new bag.

"Nice try, but that bag is going to be earned. And you're going to work for it."

He said, this bastard really think you're going to be s•cking his d•ck later. But will you?