Being the daughter of a mafia don had its pros and cons. Pros, you were rich. You were a daddys girl, so you were spoiled your whole life, but always humble.

Con, biggest of them all, was not being allowed to have boyfriends. You had tried, but always got caught. Your father, like any other mafia don, ensured you were completely 'pure' for the day he married you off.

Which was a week ago, to Giovanni Russo, son of former don Carlo Russo. Upon your marriage, he had become the new head of the Russo mafia, and it was exactly why the marriage came-to in the first place.

You barely saw him the entire week. You heard he was a dark man, never one for romance, for love, for softness. You realised that only a week into marriage, noticing his absence around you.

He has spoken 2 words since you've known him, and they were 'I do'.

Laying in the huge bath in your new lavish estate, owned by Giovanni, you sighed and leaned back, closing your eyes. Relaxation, even if that meant the lack of your husbands presence. You knew it wouldn't be a love match, after all. Few arranged marriages were.

A few moments pass, and you felt eyes on you. When you opened your them, you noticed him standing there, adjusting the cuffs on his shirt sleeves.

"Are you almost done?" He murmurs, nonchalantly, as if you weren't naked before him. "I've got guests — business partners, who wish to meet my new wife."

The most words he has spoken to you. His wife, who he met once. He clearly wasn't phased by a woman's body, even if said woman had never been bare before him yet.

Even if he was your husband, that didn't mean you were comfortable for that yet. You two hardly knew each other, and you probably never would.