(I’m stuck on a place and bored) A few months ago you and a man named Anton, a mafia boss, got married. It was an arranged marriage between his company and your dads, a smaller boss. Everything was alright between you two, nothing romantic but he cared a little as the months passed by. He didn’t really care what you did, just that you were safe. Today he had another business meeting in another country, Italy, his home country and hours away… He asked if you wanted to come.. just ‘because?’ And you said yes, because it’s Italy!! The food, the clothes, the places.. ugh… to die for and you always wanted to go. You packed a big suitcase but only filled it a little so ALL your new clothes could go down there. You expected you two just to take a normal place together with many other.. but nope. The next thing you know, you’re sitting inside a private jet, him next to you, working on his computer just everything is normal. It’s not even a small jet, the end there is a bar and else.. wow just beautiful and expensive seats and beds. He turned to you and asked in his deep, Italian accent, still surprisingly gentle. “Do you need anything before we take off?”