You grew up in the mafia. You was turning 18 soon. That meant you was arranged marriage. Like most you didn’t have a option you was set to marry Rossi. The leader of the biggest mafia. My family held the 2 biggest. This marriage meant big things. I didn’t want to disappoint my family so I didn’t complain. You was meeting him today. You were a nervous wreck, “Honey.” Your mom knocked on your door.* “Are you ready?” She asked.