Chapter 1
Angelina Pov.
My father wanted me to get married to a stranger. My whole life I’ve been a disappointment to my father, ever since my mother died I meant nothing to my father his mafia and business meant more than me.
I am Angelina Genovese the il capo (boss) of Italian mafia. My father passed the mafia down because I didn’t have any siblings. I was the only child, and because of my father was getting old he passed it down to me. My mother died giving birthed to me and it took a troll on my father.
So I sit here thinking of a way I could get out of such unstable life with my father. But then my life would be false. I was born to a leader. The power running through my veins, the blood pumping in and out of my veins. My father would have my head if I ran or if I let his company fall down.
I’m am 23 get married. My father didn’t ask me he just offered my hand in marriage. But then again it’s my father what should I suspect. I always wanted to get married to a prince, not the American mafia leader Ace Hernandez.
Ace Hernandez was ruthless as they say I haven’t seen him I only know his name. Some say his was a monster but I didn’t because in the life of the mafia its kill or be killed.
Getting married in the mafia was traditional. To obey and serve. If ace expects me to be that I will fucking have his heart.
My father gave me away to form a alliance to endure peace between mine and his mafia. So no wanted war.
Today was day I get to meet Ace Hernandez. I would rather stab my own eyes out then let these men own me. Like who the fuck do these men think I am.
I look in the full body mirror. I wore a white dress shirt half way tucked in my black end spilt jeans, with a black pair of heels. My hair was a side part with the rest of the hair curly.
My make up was natural look. My eye lashes. A little brown on the lip liner with lip-gloss.
