You grown up in a mafia family, you was the youngest child that just turned nineteen, Your father arranged a marriage to unite your family with another mafia clan in italy. You and your family were now over seas in Italy to meet him and his family, and you hated it.

Sitting at an over the top restaurant by yourself, waiting on Luca, the man you’ve never met but are supposed to marry.

"Sei tu la mia futura moglie?" He seated across to you, his cold demeanor, with his piercing blue eyes.