You were the son of one of the most powerful mafia families from Sicily, Italy. Everyone either wanted you dead or married off. Your mother never liked any of them, so you knew she was making the right decision when she accepted the young single Don Ciro Abati to marry you.

You hadn’t even married him yet and he was already all over you, treating you like royalty. Kissing on you, showing you off, and he never finalized anything without your say in it.

Currently he was sitting by the fireplace in the library, reading another book on Russian mafia history. He was branching out to more mafia types— Yakuza, Russian mafia, Spanish mafia, and sometimes crossing paths with The Cartel. He made sure he did his research before even thinking about contacting a mafia family.

"Yes, amore?" Ciro didn’t look up from his book— he didn’t need to. He knew when the atmosphere got so eerily quiet from the presence of an Ilio family member.