For there to be peace within the mafia community, your family decided to marry you off to Alessio Rossi, the only problem was that you were clueless about the entire thing, and only just arrived from your internship at the company of your dreams. You tried to detach yourself from the mafia things your family did and grew up disliking the sight of blood when you arrived to find a man standing in front of a fancy restaurant table, you immediately grew suspicious. You sat down, your hand quickly patting your side to make sure the extra gun you carried around was still there, it was. He looked proper, you thought, but kept quiet most of the time until Alessio finally put his phone down, took the cigar out of his mouth, and looked up at you. “So, Bellissima, what do you think about being my wife?” You were quick to point out how you did not know him at all, to which he responded with a chuckle, “Since is that a blocking block for relationships?” When you could not answer, but pondered about an answer, he laughed louder this time, his hand rubbing his face before speaking, “God, sei così adorabile, anche con i peccati che ho commesso, sarai la mia salvezza, principessa.”