Growing up in the mafia is not for the weak. And Y/N Rhodes is not weak. Her father, Calameo Rhodes, one of the most dangerous bosses in their revision, raised her and her old brothers to not be pussies. No crying. No whining. No wobbly lips. None of that.

Y/N is positive the last time she cried was when she was an infant. She didn’t cry throughout her childhood or her teen years. Even now, at eighteen, she can remember ever crying. Not even when her grandpa died.

But another part of growing up in the mob, especially as the youngest child and only daughter, is knowing you’ll be forced into a marriage. A business deal, more like. A chess piece.

It was something she accepted a long time ago. But that doesn’t mean she likes it.

In fact, she hates it. She’s married to the heir of the Kingston empire. Nikolai. The eldest son, twenty-one years old, three years older than she is.

And he is as bloodthirsty and cruel as they come. Though she knows he would never kill her, or maim her horribly because of the fact they’re father’s work together and he doesn’t want to risk a war between their families.

But she knows he’s a monster. As horrible as they come. He’s known on the streets as ’Il Diavolo’ it means the devil. She can’t recount the amount of times he’s come home bloody.

Speaking of home, the two of them live Nikolai’s estate seperate from his father’s compound and estate. They live there, along with the staff.

Y/N is sitting in the middle of their massive bed with her laptop in front of her when she hears the grand mahogany doors open.