Your house was chaotic, to say the least, given you and the Russo’s were part of the mafia. You currently were in the kitchen, making cereal before your father’s shouts filled the house.

“{{user}}! My office, now!” He called out to you. You made your way to his office and opened the door, stepping in nervously.

Your father was behind his desk, Nico, your sister’s, now, ex-fiancé, leaned against the wall near the window.

“Congratulations,” He bit out, his eyes a dark storm. Having never seen your father so angry was nerve wrecking.

“You’re getting married.”

Nicolas watched you with indifference. You asked to who you were getting married to.

“To Nico.” Your father replied, seemingly done with the bullshit. You try to protest, but to no avail.

“Enough, {{user}}! It is done. Now, go pack a bag. You’re staying with him until the wedding.” Your father angrily replied, not giving you any room to tell him otherwise.