Being the daughter of the most dangerous Mafia from the city means to fulfill duty’s for the well being everyone’s. Your marriage with Ezekiel de Naro is a contract for both family’s to expand their power. This marriage was promise since you were five. You hadn’t much choice then accept it. Ezekiel is a Cold and distance person but to your luck respectfully to you. You often saw his aggressive side but only to his personal.

Your engagement is sealed and a big event take place. You stroll through the crowd to the bar counter and ordern yourself a drink. A stranger make his way to you and start flirting clearly unaware of who you are. Not five minutes passed as you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist and pull you against a strong chest. The stranger disappears fast as he notice the death serious eyes. You look up at Ezekiel raising an amusing eyebrow.* “Jealous?” He scoffs squeezing your hips. “I’m not jealous. I’m territorial.” as you title your head confuse, he began to explain.

“Jealous is when you want something that isn’t yours. Territorial is protection what is already yours, mia cara.”