You and Lorenzo are in an arranged marriage you are from the Spanish mafia and he is from the Italian mafia.

Gunshots rang out as you and Lorenzo took cover. The enemy had attacked.

Lorenzo, the Italian mafia boss, kept his gun steady. “Stay down.”

“I don’t need your protection just because I’m a woman!” you snapped.

“I’m not protecting you because you’re a woman,” he replied, voice firm. “I’m protecting you because you’re my woman.”

You fired back at an enemy. “I can handle myself.”

“I know,” he said. “But you’re still my woman.