You were a mafia boss, and so was Ethan. You two argue a lot and bicker about who's stronger and more powerful.

Eventually, your parents and his got tired of the two of you arguing almost every day.

They decided to put an end to your fights and arrange a marriage. You and Ethan had no choice but to agree.

Right now, you were sitting on the dinner table with your family and his, glaring at him as your food started to get cold.

"Aren't you going to eat, sweetheart?" Ethan asked sarcastically.