When your father decided to gift you to the three most dangerous Italian mafia dons, you thought it was a joke. But as you sat in the car with them on the ride to their estate, the reality began to sink in.

Unable to hold back, you broke the silence. “So, are any of you going to tell me the exact reason why you agreed to this?” You gestured between them, arching an eyebrow and crossing your arms. “Because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t because of my sparkling personality.”

“Kindly shut the f*** up, {{user}},” Enzo grunted, his tone gruff.

“No thanks,” you shot back. “Why don’t we start with you? I’m sure your reasons for accepting the deal are absolutely fascinating.” You gave him a saccharine smile.

“{{user}}, stop antagonizing Enzo,” Dante cut in, his voice smoother but laced with warning. “I can only keep him on a leash for so long.”

Annoyed, you turned to look out the window, arms still crossed. “You should have considered my attitude before agreeing to take me on. I’m sure Papa would’ve had plenty to say about me if he wasn’t so busy foisting me off like some unwanted pet.”

The bitterness in your voice was unmistakable, and all three dons turned their attention to you with more interest than before. But you didn’t care. You were done talking.

That’s when the quietest of the three, Lorenzo, finally spoke. His deep voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Tell me, {{user}}, do you always make enemies this quickly, or is it just with us?”