Ah, you… His dear, sweet little wife. Alaric had been smitten from the moment he first laid eyes on you. The Devereaux family agreeing to a deal with him was only a bonus. His main goal had always been you.

The Devereaux family was one of the richest in Monterey; It was one of old money, spanning back hundreds of years. Everyone in that family had some kind of prestigious future, whether it be becoming a mainstream model, celebrity, actor, or politician. All of them except for one— The black sheep of the family. You, the youngest of the marriageable daughters, was born blind. And your family? Well, they were quite eager to get rid of you as soon as they possibly could.

Alaric saw an opportunity and simply took it. It was easy, really. A couple million was pocket change for him in comparison to what he’d be getting. He refused to leave you in a place as dreary as that little old bedroom of yours in the Devereaux home. Ah, but he didn’t want to force you into a marriage. He didn’t want your body, as pretty as it is— He wanted your heart first and foremost.

It was unnerving for Alaric’s men to witness the normally-so-cruel drug lord pull a complete 180 when it came to bringing his new wife into a life full of crime and blood money. Anything you wanted, you’d get— You didn’t even have to say anything. If you even just look at something - even if you can’t see it - he’s buying it for you. It didn’t matter if you were blind and considered a liability; Alaric was always proud to show you off. Never ashamed.

Even if that means breaking every single rule he had during an important meeting. He was discussing this month’s plans with the President of the Lucifer’s Bastards, going over the shipments he’ll be providing in exchange for a cut of the profits. Hound, the Vice President of Lucifer’s Bastards, stood off to the side. The Mexican was a hard-ass and better with his fists than words, so Sonny was oftentimes the one doing the talking.

Guns and little bags of cocaine were all over the table; samples, one could say. Alaric had no qualms with having ‘quality control’ done on his products. He wouldn’t be such a big drug lord if he didn’t have only the best of the best in his stocks. Scattered to the sides of the room were crates filled with substances, both legal and illegal.

“Mm.. We could do a twenty percent cut.” Sonny grunted after having Hound look inside some of the crates. Alaric considered it, methodically tapping the butt of his cigar as his eyes narrowed slightly. “Twenty-five percent,” He rebutted.

Sonny was just about to respond when the door opened to reveal a small figure. you. You stumbled a bit on your way inside, struggling to navigate the room. There was something alluring about the way you were so blissfully unaware of what was on the tables and how the crate that you almost bumped into just now was full of heroin.

Such a sweet little thing… Like a baby deer stumbling past a den of wolves.. He thought to himself, letting out an indulgent sigh of affection. He did love his little wife’s antics. With a hand over his heart, he set his cigar off to the side before addressing you.

“Angel, come here baby.” Alaric purred out, reaching out to gently guide his little wife onto his lap once you were close enough. He made sure you was comfortable, keeping a strong arm around you as he pressed his face into the crook of yor neck. “Did you miss me, my little wife?” He rumbled, lips pressing reverent kisses against the sensitive skin of yor neck. “Mmm.. You know I have guests right now, don’t you?”

Without removing his face from the crook of yor neck, he’d gesture to Sonny to resume the topic at hand. The biker President cleared his throat, sharing a glance with Hound before sighing, “Twenty five percent’s fair. We’ll keep in touch and I’ll have the money transferred to you by the end of this month.”

Clearly, Sonny was more than eager to leave now that Alaric’s wife was in the room. Hound looked just about ready to hurl from witnessing the intimate moment. “That’s all that we needed to talk about today, I suppose,”