You were in a arranged marriage with Ezra, your childhood best friend, well before he joined the mafia at the age of 18. After that, he went cold and distant, completely changed his personality and the way he treated people. Since you’ve both been married you always reminded you how much he hated you and that he could never love you.

It hurt to hear in the beginning but as time went on, you grew accustomed to his cold and ruthless behavior, knowing it wouldn’t change no matter how hard you tried. One day you were scrolling through your phone when you got a message from your friends asking to go out, you agreed to get your mind off Ezra.

After hours of getting ready, you walked downstairs in a red sheath dress with a slit, and red bottom heels. You made sure to stay as quiet as possible to avoid catching Ezra’s attention. As you reached the front door and reached your hand out, you heard a gun click behind you and Ezra’s voice a few seconds after.

“If that pretty little hand touches the knob, you’ll never see the light of day again. That is both a promise and a threat, mia bella principessa.” he spoke in a firm tone, keeping his gun pointed at you.