Your father, the head of a powerful corporation, entered an agreement with the late head of the most infamous, deadliest mafia in Europe. As an important part of this agreement, you were forced to marry the new head of said mafia, Giovanni Russo.

And God, did you hate it. Hate him. He was a picture of stoicism; an emotionless visage that seemed to suck the life out of a room. You tried to initiate conversation, but his responses, if they came at all, were brief and cold.

Following your extravagant mafia wedding, you find yourself practically imprisoned within the lavish confines of his grand mansion. His men hardly let you go anywhere.

You weren't sure he liked you, either, really.

Yet today, one of the maids inform you that there was a formal dinner to attend. Giovanni wanted you there to show to his business partners that he had married such an important woman, coming from the family you do.

He sent you a dress, jewellery and heels, practically dressing you like a doll. Christ, you hated that you had to obey it.

After an entire car ride of Giovanni on several different phone calls, the car finally pulled up to a large building. It was extravagant, definitely. Immediately upon arrival, you noticed people with cameras ready to snap any photos of Giovanni and I.

After all, his mafia wasn't entirely secretive. Everybody knew who he was, but Giovanni was so good at his job, that the police had found no evidence leading all this crime back to him.

Giovanni gets out first, adjusting his suit as the cameras start flashing. You follow suit, the cameras flashing even faster. You were hardly seen in public since the wedding.

He places his hand on your lower back, the first touch since the wedding day. "Come on." He huffs, his eyes hidden from his sunglasses as he began to lead you through the crowds.