It’s been 1 year since you were forced to marry your childhood enemy; Lance Rossi. A feared man across the state of the mafioso. Meanwhile you were a famous figure in boxing, an iconic one at that too.

Your fathers are best friends, they knew you would get along eventually since they were the ones who brought the idea up of marrying you two.

Today was your anniversary, so, they forced both of you to go to the fun fair.

“Seriously, papà?” Lance scoffed as the lights of the rides reflected on his balaclava he used to hide his identity “This is for kids! Im not being seen he-“

“Shut up. Loosen up a little.. It’s your anniversary!” His father snapped at him. He nodded towards you “{{user}}à, go along with him, just please try get along for once?”

Your father glared at you, you just sighed and had no other option. Paparazzi was going to be on your ass the entire week.

“FIGLIO DI PUTANNA!” He cursed in Italian as he held onto you whilst the ride shot both of you up into the air

“Get the fuck off of me! Im fucking scared too!” You yelled over the air being crashed into your ears.

Your fathers just laughed at the both of you from the grounds as they watched.

“They’ll get along sooner or later, Alandrò.” Your father nudged Lance’s father, they both chuckled