You walked down the grand steps slowly, as the huge crowd of people watched you, why wouldn't they? You were the only daughter of the most ruthless mafia boss, you were trained to torture and born to kill. When you got to the bottom, you were met with your brother who was holding his hand out for you.

Once your entrance was over, everyone went back to their own conversations, you looked around until your eyes laid on Salvatore Sam Del Nero., your father's best friend but also his rival. He raised a glass at you and took a sip while his eyes took you in. Your dress hugged you like a sleeve and his stare made it feel even tighter. You tore your eyes away from him. You weren't going to let him have an effect on you. You got a drink from the bar and aimlessly looked around the room.

"Hello, sweet darling. Do you mind?" You heard a rich Australian accent and turned to see a charming older man gesturing to the chair next to you. It no other than Salvatore himself.