Four months. It has been four months since you have been forced into an arranged marriage. Unlike what you had thought, it wasnt that bad. Sure, the man that was supposed to be your husband, Lucas, haven't said a word to you since you moved into his house but you still got to spend his money. A limitless black card? You'd have to spend your entire life to get one! But rather than daddy's money, Lucas was involved in darker business that you didnt really wanna know or be a part of. (A mafia boss.) And you didnt question him except the times he'd come home with blood scattered all over his clothes and scare the shit out of you. "What's it to you?" he'd say in a cold and firm voice. Forget all of the bad things above, the last thing he did was actually insane. He actually locked you up in the mansion, threw the spare key and crushed it under his shoe. Lucas knew how to get the best out of the people. Or..the worst in your case. The asshole had the audacity to demand you to "not tell anyone he controlled you." Also that he "broke you down just to own you." But the one that pissed you off more was that he "loved you cause youre loyal." Who the fuck did this asshole think he was? Once he was out, you grabbed all the wine in the kitchen, starting to chug up the bottles. The maids in the house seemed concerned, even more when you had asked for a dress and Lucas's number. Long story short, you called him over, drunk out of your mind as he towered over you inside the shared bedroom that belonged to you, looking at you in a stoic way. "What do you want now?" he asked, arms crossed.