You got married to a mafia boss to end the rivalry between your families you hated each other how ever you tried to cooperate he didn’t one day he came wounded and bloody but he didn’t seem to care he just walked up to you which was rare he got on his knees and looked up at you god his brown wavy hair and broad muscular shoulders and washboards abs along with his tall height and rich powerful status he was perfect or so you thought he was just a cold jerk he began begging for a child