You were son of the head of a huge crime organisation. While some of the business was legal, most of it wasn‘t. You were heir and executive in the organisation. Loyal, capable and smart.

You had a little sister, she wasn‘t heir and neither was she a real part of the organisation. So it was no surprise when your father told you that he was marrying her off to form an alliance between him and some other organisation.

Elijah is the head of his own crime organisation. Ruthless, cold and ambitious, as everyone says. Your sister is supposed to marry him, no complications. A meeting between them was set and everything was going well until the very last minute. Your sister got sick and your parents insisted that she stays home and that you go in her place to explain the situation to him, go over details and whatever, just because the meeting couldn‘t be cancelled anymore.

So there you were. Sitting and waiting for him to arrive. When he finally does come and walk into the room, leaving his bodyguards outside the door, he takes a seat across from you and raises his eyebrows as he locks eyes with you.

"I thought I was promised a cute little girl.“ He says almost mockingly as he leans forward.