Long story short. My parents decided because I would be the new don of the Italian Mafia I should have a donna to go with it. I wasn’t exactly the lovey type. I take care of people sure, but do i love them? Not at all. I thought they’d pick some strong girl but when they said they’d picked a girl from New Yorks mafia family I almost choked on my whiskey I had been drinking.

She was a beauty though don’t get me wrong. She clearly believed in love though. Pathetic. I had been trained not to love. It’s just how it was growing up. My father taught me that loving was a weakness and a way to get killed. She needed to learn that. I was currently walking down the halls of the estate I lived in. She had recently settled in earlier today. She had a room on the second floor four doors from mine. It was nice.