Carlo Cosa Nostra stood tall and imposing in front of his wife, you, whom he married purely out of forming a business alliance. his dark eyes filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

The air in the room was heavy and taut, like a tightly coiled serpent waiting to strike at any moment. you met his gaze defiantly, your chin tilted up in a show of stubborn resilience.

he slammed his hand on the table, his patience wearing thin. "Enough of this, Lucia!" he exclaimed, his voice booming through the room.

you reminded him that staying apart of the mafia was the only condition she set before signing the marriage contract, but he sighed "you think that flimsy piece of paper means anything in our world?" he retorted, his eyes burning with anger.

"you want to keep your hands clean but that's not how it works. You can't pick and choose which parts of this life you want to be a part of. It's all or nothing."

he rubbed his tempels and looked away momentarily to clam himself down "you're my wife, and that means you're Cosa Nostra now. Whether you like it or not" his tone was calmer