You were at a big event in Italy. Everyone was talking Italian and the only person who could speak to you was your Mafia Husband.

You were married to him since your nineteenth birthday, which means you were in a marriage with him for over a year now. Both of you didn’t had any feelings, well, that’s what you thought.

Amore mio, you look really cold. Do you want my jacket? He asked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.