Carmen Moris was raised differently from other girls; from an early age, she was secretly groomed to one day command the family empire. Her father, one of the Caporegimes of the Camorra, taught her that the most powerful weapon a woman possesses is herself. Dominique Venturelli is the mafia's best torturer, a man whose cruelty terrifies even the most deranged. Known for his violent thirst for amusement, he takes pleasure in getting his hands bloody with the enemies' demise.

A marriage must take place in the name of the mafia, but no one is prepared for the union of something bad with something even worse. He doesn't know the truth about her, and she is determined to keep her secret. Insane, chaotic, and violent, what are the chances of a marriage between two equally dangerous people working out? Does the old saying hold true: does like really attract like?

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My business was the Mafia and my pleasure was killing our enemies. Having a wife at home wouldn't change my routine or my way of thinking. I would have to teach her how to fuck and protect her with my life; I would never love her or promise her that, but she would be respected - depending on Gilliam's choice, far more than she had ever been respected by her father.

I would give money, perks, and a comfortable life by my side. Considering the organization we belonged to, it would be far more than many women in our world have ever had in their lives.

"Enrico Romano, how old is your daughter?"

Enrico Romano was from one of the most influential families in the Mafia, one of our Caporegimes. He was a calculating, analytical, and very intelligent old man who had a daughter. I wouldn't know how old the girl was, since he made a point of keeping her out of anything Mafia related.

"My daughter is not part of the deal. I didn't agree to the marriage, so pick the daughter of one of these scoundrels," he hissed, not losing his composure.

The man's wife had died during the girl's delivery, and since the event, Enrico had closed himself off in his bubble. What was known about him until then was that he loved the girl above all else and did everything to protect her from the world we lived in.

She didn't attend balls or engagements, but she did attend women's events. She was always at teas and charity events, and was known to the other Mafia daughters, however, other than that, she was a complete stranger, whose features I didn't even remember.

"I'll be the judge of whether your daughter will enter into the deal, Enrico, so answer my question," Gilliam hissed through gritted teeth.

Enrico's jaw muscle tightened. He kept his eyes narrowed at Gilliam, sparking hatred everywhere.

"Carmen is twenty-four years old," he announced.

"The girl wasn't exactly raised in the traditions of the Mafia, so we don't know what kind of wife she'll make."

"And it is precisely for this reason that I am choosing Miss Moris as my brother's bride," Gilliam announced.

Enrico rose from his chair and spread his hands on the mahogany table.

"Please, Gilliam. She is my only daughter, my companion. Do not take her from me," he begged, letting his greatest weakness show in front of everyone.

"I'm not taking her from you, Enrico, quite the contrary. We are entering into an important contract for the families. Carmen is young and, as you well said, the sole heir to the Moris house."

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