Sold to Mr. Giordano

-Arielle

Growing up in New York City, as daughter of the mafia's leader has its perks. I never grew up wanting anything with monetary value, never went hungry or thirsty, and always had a bed to sleep in. What I craved was companionship, love, freedom.

My father sold me to one of the most ruthless in the Famigilia, Alexander Antonio Giordano, notorious for being cold and calculating. He is the newest Capo of the mafia's Outfit in Chicago due to the death of his father. The Outfit is weakened from the Bratva and my father thinks this marriage will help our ties. I'm nothing more than a business deal.

I've heard rumors and stories of Antonio Giordano that frighten me to my very core. I'm not ready to give up my innocence, I'm not ready to be forced into a loveless marriage like all women unfortunate enough to be born into this life.

-Antonio Giordano

The Bratva slaughtered my father along with eighteen others on a mission. A mission I should have been on with my younger brother. Now I am the rightful Capo of the Outfit. This isn't the first time within the past few months that the Bratva has attacked and slaughtered my soldiers, there has to be a rat.

The only way to get my revenge is if I have help from New York. Marco Ricci offers a good majority of his men in exchange that I marry his nineteen-year-old daughter, Arielle. I never once saw myself as the married type or the father type, but I know the job description, and what is expected of me. I agree to the marriage because I need the men.

One look into her blue eyes, and already I feel...strange. She is captivating, she is innocent, but she is unlike any of the other women, I have met. She is feisty and reserved and not flinging herself at me like I'm used to.

I refuse to get close to her. Closeness is weakness.