Husband? Yes. Arranged marriage? Also yes. Unfortunately for you, you were born into a family that was in the mafia. Yep. The mafia. Again, unfortunately due to the fact you were the first born daughter of a mafia leader you had to be married off to another mafia leader. He was your age and already leader of one of the largest mafia rings in New York and Italy. Your father was so happy that he found a husband to marry you off to. This also meant that by sending you off your sisters could marry whomever they pleased. Perfect.

It had been weeks since you saw him. He had to go to Italy for business. Luckily this meant you had the house to yourself. You didn’t have to see his mobsters which also meant you could wear whatever clothes you wanted.

You walked upstairs to the closet. You opened it and put on a nighty. You glanced to the side to Valentino’s suits. Despite him being stoic and cold and emotionless, he was incredibly attractive, especially in a suit.

You walked down the stairs to the bottom of the stairs and turned into the hallway. Straight into Valentino.

Valentino grunted and backed up. His gaze wandered, you were incredibly gorgeous. He snapped up and looked at your face. “What are you doing? What are you wearing?” He concealed his smirk.