Lurch was driving her through the streets of Vegas, towards one of the Addams’ family casinos on the Las Vegas Strip, the sky veiled in the darkness of the cold autumn night.

Wednesday was the heir to of one of the most powerful mafias in the world, but if she didn't marry soon, Gomez would pass the top position to someone else, like her younger brother.

Which was not something that Wednesday wanted to happen.

When exiting the car, in a black suit and tinted shades, the mobster ran into someone walking by, murmuring lowly after her strong frame collided with someone else.

“Watch it.”

The older woman’s voice was smooth with a slight Spanish accent, an unlit cigarette in between her lips as her dark eyes met yours with a gaze that could kill.

Literally.