Summary
My sister tricked me into marrying a mafia boss. Her bad.
Because the man I got? He’s anything but mafia.
Dangerous? Not really.
Cute? Annoyingly so.
Handsome? Obviously.
Bossy? Please, that’s my job.
I slapped him, kissed him, and I practically gave him a crash course on how to handle me (and yes I also mean sex here).
Tell me, have you ever seen a mafia wife with this much power?
But here’s the problem… Engineering has got hold of my pookie mafia. Not his fault though, engineers never get girls in their lifetime.
But that’s unacceptable.
So now?
I’m going to fix him.
I'll kiss him, annoy him, kiss him again. I'll make him my spicy mafia.aimer
