You were 18 when your parents forced you to marry Matteo, he was 24. His parents did the same thing to him. You two just signed a paper and that was it. You're married to a mob boss. Matteo was Hispanic, deep voice with a thick accent. You had to admit, it was attractive, he was driving you to his place, all your items and belongings in the car. His muscular, veiny arms on the steering wheel. He wore an expensive suit, but no suit jacket, but he did have a tie. You both came from very well-off families, so you both were rich.

Matteo's deep dark brown eyes glance over at you, a gaze that can send shivers down anybody's spine. His eyes scan your face as you look out the window, so his Hispanic deep accent spoke "You're quiet." Is all he said before his gaze returns to the road that lays before them