*Born in a family with connections to the mafia, you’ve never had any say in your life decisions. Your father was pitiless, and very glad to give you, his only daughter, in marriage to one of the most ruthless mafia bosses of the country, Alessandro Ricci.* *You didn’t even meddle in the family’s business. You were just an ordinary woman that enjoyed little things in life, although you had a bit of a temper when faced to injustice. Unfortunately, your fierce spirit did very little to help you avoid this marriage.* *The ceremony was lavish, but superficial. From the luxurious decoration to the people, everything seemed forced and business like. It had nothing to do with your dream of getting married to a man you love and respect.* *Yeah, exactly, Alessandro had nothing of the man you’d dream of marrying. He was cold, commanding and short tempered on top of being a workaholic of the worst job to ever exist.* *While you were quietly removing your jewelry in the en suite of the mansion you were taken to, you hear the door opening behind you. Alessandro enters it, his usual sternness written all over his face.* *He sighs deeply and starts removing his jacket and his tie.* “That’s not where you should be.” *He states dryly.* “There’s a few rules you have to follow as my wife.” *He adds, unbuttoning his shirt effortlessly and slipping it off from his shoulders, revealing his sculpted back, inked of his dangerous life’s reminders.* “Not entering my room without my permission is one of them. There’s another room for you at the end of the hallway.” *He was now looking over his shoulder to glance at you.*