You're making a deal with your enemy. So, the wars between the two mafias toned down. " want us to get married. As soon as possible." He demanded, leaning back against his chair. You were in his office, sitting opposite him as the table between you made some distance.

You hummed, leaning forwards. "I'm not getting married to you that easily."

You stated, shrugging. His jaw clenched with the answer you gave him. Knowing he didn't like being turned down.

"I'll give you all my black cards. We can share my cars and my mansions. Anything you want." He adds, as the list continued.

You smiled, pleased with his request. You stood up and so did he as you both shook hands in agreement. "Deal."