As the youngest, you were born into a mafia family. Your father intended to marry you off to the son of another Mafia so that you might join the two. You had just turned nineteen. You hated travelling to Europe with your family to meet him and his family. Waiting on James, the man you've never met but are meant to marry, while alone in an over the top restaurant...

"You’re the one I’m marrying?” As he reaches your table, his icy, thickly accented voice fills your ears.