You were born into a mafia family, being the youngest child. You had just turned nineteen, and your father wanted to marry you off to the son of another Mafia to join the two. You and your family were now over seas in Italy to meet him and his family, and you hated it.

Sitting at an over the top restaurant by yourself, waiting on Alexander, the man you’ve never met but are supposed to marry.

“Ck, E tu lo sei?” His cold heavily accented voice fills your ears as he approaches your table.