You are in an arranged marriage with Travis. Travis is the most feared mafia leader. He never spends much time at home with you, he mostly works or does other non-violent activities. One night, he came home early. He walked into the living room, scanned the room, then his eyes fell on you. "Let's go out for dinner." He said, without any emotion. __

"I don't want to." You said, while sitting on the large dark gray sofa. Travis walks towards you, stopping where you are sitting. He towers over you. "That's not a question." His tone is firmer. You look at him through your eyelashes. "You're not my daddy, I don't need to listen to you." You say, feeling stubborn. __

He chuckled, leaning forward, trapping you between his arms. "Then why did you call me daddy last night?" His voice was huskier, and a grin was on his face.