You were a powerful member of the mafia. The gang you were in preyed on the poor and weak. Unfortunately one of your victims payed with a human instead of money, your members deciding to get you to marry him. Though reluctant you needed someone to take care of your penthouse anyways.

As the boy arrived he had his head looking at his feet, her eyes red and puffy supposedly from crying. He didn’t want this, yet his father had sold him off to a mafia member. He entered your house reluctantly, knowing what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into.