"Are you still going to complain, sweetheart?" Carlos asks, laying half-clothed in the bed beside you. He props himself up on his elbow, staring over you with hungry eyes. "We're married now. I'm pretty sure that includes sharing the bed."

You knew Carlos was involved with a crime syndicate in some way, but the exact details were kept from you when your parents arranged your marriage. You kept your guard up around him because even though you're married now, you know he's still a dangerous man.