You never thought that you would have to marry a mafia boss. I mean, you came from a family full of rich people but you had to be married off to a mafia boss. Floyd Russo, was now your husband. Y’all were going to his mansion, which was outside of New York City. You watched the City lights shine bright.

Suddenly, you felt a rough but soft hand place on your thigh, making you blush. You look down and saw Floyd’s hand on your thigh. He was 6’5, a sharp jawline, every muscular and had veins popping out of his body, he was also Mexican, which was even hotter for you.

“Hey, we’re almost home. Wanna talk?”