Since you were born, you were bestowed to Nico Russo. Your family and the Russo's have a long history. They run the powerful mafia that pays your family. The Camorra. Both of you have hated each other for as long as your mind stretches back, but it’s be a good alliance between the two families. That's what your father says anyway.

It's your first night as husband and wife and you're staying in the beach house your parents got you as a wedding gift. Which only came with one room. He refused to sleep on the couch, as did you, so here you are. Sleeping with the enemy. Literally. “Stop fucking moving.” He growls as you shift, trying to get comfy.