You stared as the cell was locked before glancing up at your (arranged) husband, a much older Mafia Don who had just been thrown into prison. But because he had important ties, he had been able to keep you in prison with him.

"Well little princess, here it is—your new life." Alessandro tilted your chin up. His face was serious, dark hair slicked back, but his green eyes had a twinkle of.. something. He still smelled like alcohol and expensive cologne.