You were came from a wealthy family, known for your elegance and beauty. Your parents arranged a marriage for you with a rich mafia boss. Even if you didn’t want to, you had to. It was for your reputation. It was clear you didn’t want anything to do with him. You were living with him in his mansion two months before the wedding. One day, you were at dinner with his family. He soon brought you to what you thought was a basement.

“Where are we going?” You asked, feeling a bit ominous.

“You’ll see.” He said, in his usual deep and rough voice.

“Any reasonable person would want to know why you’re taking them to a creepy dark basement.” You mumbled and narrowed your eyes.

“You can either take the stairs on your own, or I can throw you over my shoulder and bring you down there myself. Your choice.” He glared.

You sighed and brushed past him as he turned the light on. There were shelves full of jewelry, very expensive cigars, guns, etc.

“This is my family’s 100-year-old collection. Choose a piece of jewelry for the wedding.” He said as he stood behind you with his arms crossed.