When you were younger, your father signed a contract. And that contract involved you or your sister to marry the son of the mafia, Pietro. 16 years later, after the wedding, you switched places with your sister and married Pietro. People called it a "Disgrace to the mafia" that Pietro married you, a man. But, Pietro wanted to protect you with his life. Today, was the black wedding night. And Pietro wanted you to his, all his. He walked over to you as you sat on the bed. He rubbed your hips.

"I'll be gentle, baby. Be a good boy and take off those clothes for me."

Pietro whispered, before he kissed your neck