I knew exactly what my bride looked like. I had sent my men to follow her everywhere she went to report whatever she did everyday for three months straight after learning that I was betrothed to her. A marriage I couldn't say no to unless I wanted my empire taken away from me. My men took pictures of her and dug up information about her life from birth to now. I needed to know every little things.

And, I must say that marrying me, the Don of the whole London's mafia to a famous detector's daughter wasn't a smart move from my parents.

Only God knew what the hell did that girl learn from her dad during her stay under his roof and protection. There was a possible chance that she could rat us out and blown up our covers that we had built for generations which gave me another problem to worry about.

I had to keep a close eyes on her.

I always knew that she was indeed a beautiful girl. Her platinum blond went down to her waist and those baby blue eyes of hers could keep me under her spell if I wasn't careful and might I add that I had only seen her in pictures, another problem to worry about, her flawless pretty face and don't get me started with her goddess of a body.

But, no portrait did her justice.

I was dumbstruck the moment I walked into that bride suite of hers and totally regret my decision of coming to see her. But, I managed to keep my face straight as if I wasn't interested in her. She was wearing the dress I suggested to my mother which made my inside stirred in excitement for our wedding night for the moment that I got to tear it off.

I gave her my gifts and asked about moving to London. And, the girl who first shocked me with her beauty shocked me again with a small request of taking her dog with her when she could asked for anything.

My parents knew exactly what they were doing choosing me a full package bride. They were planning to keep me under control. And, I wished them luck in their plan.

The ceremony went on fine with the same old wedding shits about loves faithfulness and commitment. But, I knew exactly that I would not live my life differently for this girl who was going to be my wife. I would still have any other girls I wanted. But, for tonight I would enjoy my wife.

Unfortunately, the plan to devour the blond beauty was long gone the moment shotguns echoed in my damn wedding ceremony. I made sure my wife was safely sent back home before going after those motherfuckers. They got some nerves I must say. Whoever was behind this must be a big mafia leader himself as he had the guts to mess with me and my family.

Father my brother and I stayed back in Italy to track the shooter. Hours turned into days that i spent searching but nothing connected. They left no trace behind. I couldn't connect any dots together, all those hints I found leaded to nothing at all.

It's been a week. I was done with this. I was beyond frustrated. I made a final decision that I definitely was going home right this instant. I was no type to give up but I had already missed out on that sexy thing back home. I was an impatient and I could not wait any longer.

" I'm going back, pop. " I said packing my shits.

" What? You gave up this easy? Are you out of your mind? What did you do to my stubborn son? " Dad smirked looking at me in weird way that caused me to raise my eyebrow slightly.

" Come on, old man. It's been a week. His patience is running out. I could say that I'm impressed he had stayed this long. If I had a hot wife waiting for me back home, I would be gone the very first day. " Sebastian winked at dad.

" What did I miss here? " I asked.

" The time has finally come, brother. For the first time ever I got to call you dumb. " Seb chuckled sipping his glass of wine.

Dad put his champagne down before motioning me to sit with both of them.

" I sent the shooters to your wedding. " Dad said looking at me blankly.

" Come again? " I said not sure I heard what I heard.

" He sent shooters to your wedding to test your patience. " Seb laughed.

What the hell was I hearing right now.

" You really think all those rivals of ours had the guts to humiliate our family's reputation to destroy the don's wedding? " Seb furrowed his eyebrow.

To say that I felt like an idiot was absolutely an understatement. My very own father and brother managed to get under my skin and made me felt like a damn fool.

" Why are you still standing there? Go to your wife. " pop snapped.

I didn't need to be told twice within seconds I was out of the door finally leaving back home to London. The two hours and forty minutes flight seemed like years. I was getting more and more impatient every seconds.

For the first time in my life I was actually excited to see a girl. I was not sure what was this excitement as she was nothing but a stranger I was forced to married. Although I was sure as hell that this was only a one time thing, I would go back to my normal self after I had a taste of her.

This was nothing rather than a physical attraction.