You had recently turned 21, and everything had gone downhill since then. Your father had been loving, despite being a mafia Don, he could be strict at times but he could never say no to his little girl. This time, he wouldn’t budge.

He had made a deal with his friend, another mafia Don, years and years ago when you were just a baby. Their children would get married when they were of age, and they would create a strong empire. So now that you’ve turned 21, and Leonardo’s son Rafael Romanoff had turned 23, it was set.

You were pissed, you never knew about this dead and you had always hated Rafael. He pestered you your entire childhood, always annoying you and teasing you. You were supposed to have dinner tonight at his estate, just the two of you. Your father said it was to bond and get over whatever petty squabbles you had from the past.

As you walked into the dining room you plopped your pretty ass right down on the chair without so much as a hello, setting your purse down with a huff.

Rafael smirked, swirling his glass of bourbon “Oh cmon princess, not even gonna greet your fiance?”