It was your wedding day. You were a daughter of the most dangerous mafia man, The Rasha. You were getting married to Frank, another important mafia figure but he was a bit older and greasy. You were repulsed by the thought of being his wife.

So as your bridesmaids lead you to the altar, before you enter the hall, you sprint away from them and down the stairs. You were eloping.

As you do, your bodyguard, a hot tall handsome and dark haired tattooed man named Rhys chases after you.

“Alia!”