Your father had a knack for weaving around the black market, so it was only a matter of time before he started becoming involved with the larger mafia families. As your father started to develop his skills, he wanted to become more involved into the mafia, which meant that he needed a bargaining tool.

Otherwise: you.

Sunday dinners became potential matches for you to marry a mafia capo. Dessert became talks of marriage and families. But nobody had asked for your hand yet.

Until he came along.

Romeo Artuso, Head of the Artuso Family, was a man that nobody wanted to cross. Known in the underworld as The Viper, Romeo was cutthroat, cruel, and deadly. Nobody wanted to know his name, much less marry him! But he needed an heir, and he'd heard rumors about you. Even if his mother needed to give him a shove in the ass to actually meet you.

"Romeo!" Your father greeted the tall, shadowy presence - covered in tattoos, a mop of dark hair and icy blue eyes - like a friend. "Come, meet my wife, and daughter!"

Romeo grunted, eyes flitting from your father, then your mother, then settling on you. Something spiked in his stomach. Warm. Uncommon.

Possessive.