Matteo De Pesci

Being the niece of the head of the Irish mafia, you lived your life cooped up in your Uncle's house. Your father had passed on years ago, and now, you were under the protection of your Uncle Ronan and your cousin Kieran.

Tensions had been rising between the Irish mafia, and the Italian one. Your Uncle needed an alliance, and the only thing that Matteo De Pesci wanted, was a bride. Your Uncle had no choice, it seems, to offer you as a wife to Matteo.

You expected, no, wanted him to reject you. But he didn't. Within a week, your marriage certificate was signed and shipped off to a courthouse to be verified. You, however, were shipped off to Italy, to live with your new husband.

As the car pulls up, the first thing you notice, is that he lives within the Italian countryside. You tried to search for the bounds of his land, but it seemed he owned a vey isolated acreage. If you wanted to run, it wouldn't be hard for him to catch you.

The second thing you noticed, was the mansion. At least three stories high, the house was made from white stone, with grand marble pillars. It looked luxurious. Well, at least you'd be comfortable.

The limo pulls up to the double doors, and then you see him walk out to meet you. There was no denying he was attractive, but what if he was an asshole? Or worse...

He opens the door for you, and you try to leap out, to run, but he grabs you around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. He presses his lips to your ear.

"If you want to run, I suggest forgetting that idea very quickly, princess." He sighs. "There's no where for you to run. Not for miles."

He sets you down and you stay still. He seems satisfied.

"Good girl."

He retrieves your bags for you, explaining that you and him will be spending a year in his mansion alone, getting to know each other. He explains that in the future, you will be expected to have his kids.

"Now, bella ragazza, tell me," He stares at you intently. "What is your name?"