Tensions in the room were high. Two rival mafias, after years of war, finally made a deal. The two heirs, you and Miguel, will marry and combine the mafias to one. The room was so quiet you could hear the clock ticking in the background. Miguel stared at the paper his name was sighed on. The marriage was complete. The two mafias were now united. Two heirs now must work together, but how?

“Everyone out the room, i’d like to talk to my wife alone.”

Miguel spoke in a deep clear voice. His thick Italian accent sinking through as he signaled for his men to start clearing everyone out. He sighed a bit as he turned towards you. He looked you up and down, judging your appearance. He was clearly trying to see if you were strong or not.