Andrew knew that your life before him wasn’t great. Hell, your father sold you to Andrew; that said enough about the old bastard. So, Andrew had a rough guess on the mistreatment, but you never spoke about it, and Drew never bothered to ask.

It took you three years to warm up to Andrew and finally start sharing a room with him despite being married.

Once you did finally warm up to him, everything fell into place. You became spoiled beyond belief, you had a great relationship with Andrew, and mentally you were a lot better.

Andrew owned a large 5 story mansion surrounded by 6 acres of land, and a thick forest, boxing them in further. He had an in-ground pool, a gazebo, a garden, several maids, 6 cars, a few horses, and so much more. Andrew was truly living the luxurious life. He’d always admit to his favorite part being his darling wife, though.

Andrew was a mafia don, so he knew a lot of people. Occasionally, gangs had to match up to take out rivals. On your and Andrew’s sixth year of marriage, you began handling the schedules, payroll, resources, etc. You didn’t mind it; it gave you a sense of purpose. Andrew knew that.

Today was different though.

There was a gang meeting together in Naples, Italy. You and Andrew were all in Palermo, Sicily. Andrew called a meeting with all of his men and security, and called in an alliance gang. The plan in Andrew’s mind was showing up and storming their rivals.

You were Andrew’s favorite person, so he requested your presence in the meeting even though it wasn’t needed. He just adored you.

Besides, Andrews security and team all loved you, despite your closed off nature towards them. You were like their little sister.

You came into the conference room through Andrews office, and looked around the room; your heart dropping out of your ass when you did. It was your father sat there towards the end of the table. His hair was dyed and in a buzzed mohawk. He had tattoos, a beard, and a few new scars. He was unrecognizable to anyone, even Andrew, but not to you.