Although I had a weird feeling about the excitement written all over his face, I nodded my head and followed him to his office along with 4 of my security guards.

When we entered his office, I told my guards to stay put outside.

Bitch-boy Beaumont and I took our seats on opposite sides of his table and stared at one another, each trying to anticipate what will happen next.

All of a sudden, a thick stack of papers were thrown onto the desk in front of me, not fazing me at all, I lift my eyes to meet bitch-boy Beaumont's and he nods his head toward the papers.

"Read it. Trust me, you'll want to know what's going on before La grosse pute [the fat whore] gets up here." He declared.

I found it quite strange that he'd call his daughter a fat whore but I swiftly brush it off.

How did I know that he called her a fat whore? Well, I think it's important to highlight that I know 6 languages: English, Italian, French, Greek, Spanish and Russian. Most mafia children do, it's one of our trustiest weapons.

I nodded, looking at the papers and began reading through them. Just as I began reading over the rules of the contract, I heard the office door open. I turn to see la belleza [the beauty] walk in here, with a look of annoyance and confusion.

"Here she is! Asseyez-vous [take a seat]." Her father says sarcastically.

She still hasn't realised that I'm here so when she answers back to her father, I bite back a smile and keep my 'capo face' on.

"Père, ne penses-tu pas qu'il se fait tard ? Vos invités vous attendent en bas. [ Father, don't you think it's getting late? Your guests are waiting for you downstairs.] What in God's name are you still doing up here?" La belleza {the beauty} says through the grit in her teeth.

"Combien de fois vous ai-je averti de ne pas avoir d'attitude lorsque vous me parlez ? Ne m'énerve pas devant notre invité. [How many times have I warned you not to have an attitude when talking to me? Don't piss me off in front of our guest.]" bitch-boy Beaumont bites out sternly.

Upon her father's words, la belleza's [the beauty] eyes shoot towards me before they widen for a fraction of a second and reform back into a nonchalant face.

"Now, I'm sure you're both wondering why you've been called here," bitch-boy Beaumont began.

La belleza and I shared a confused look before turning back to her father and listening intently.

"I'm sure you didn't get enough time to read through the full contract Romeo, so I'll deliver the news to you both. This contract was formed the day you were born, Amélie, in hopes of uniting our two mafias. It states that the two of you must marry if: Romeo wishes to keep his mafia and Amélie wishes to keep her life." Bitch-boy Beaumont finishes.

I leaned back in my chair and rested my arms on the sides of the chair. I look over at la belleza and as we made eye contact, I saw the disgust that lingered in her gaze which most likely mirrored mine. I mean she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, don't get me wrong, but I don't do relationships. I don't do love. I simply can't. And don't even get me started on marriage. Ugh. That's a whole different story. Why on earth would I chose to make myself vulnerable and have a weakness. As the leader of the greatest mafia in the world, I cannot. Afford. To Lose. End of.

Looking back at her father I get up and mask my annoyance with a calm face, little does he know, that I am about 2 seconds away from exploding.

Before I could even begin to utter a word, la belleza cuts in, "LIKE HELL I'M MARRYING THIS BASTARD. I'M NOT SOME OBJECT THAT YOUR INCOMPETENT LITTLE MAFIA CAN THROW AROUND. I CAN'T STAND HERE AND BE MARRIED OFF TO SOMEONE WHO WILL MISTREAT ME AND USE ME AS THEIR RAG DOLL."

Just as bitch-boy Beaumont is about to snap at la belleza, I begin talking. "Myself and Amélie will be back shortly Beaumont. Just give us one moment."

I grabbed Amélie's arm harshly and dragged her out into the hall to talk to her and try and convince her to marry me. Dio [God]. Just the thought of commitment makes me want to throw up and run away.

Once we reached outside, I heard a whimper from behind me. My head whipped around, only to find la belleza's face showing signs of pain, I looked down to see her arm in my tight grip and I quickly retrieved my hand.

"Scusi [sorry]" I mumbled whilst looking down out of shame for hurting her as she seems quite innocent despite her confident, outgoing nature.

"It's okay, but please be careful next time okay?" She said in a sweet and gentle yet expectant tone.

I simply nodded as my lips formed a straight line, not knowing how to respond.

"So, basically, I think that it's in best of both our interests, that we go through with this contract considering I want to keep my mafia and you want to keep your life. And just for the record, we'd be sleeping in totally different rooms and, if you want, totally different sides of the house and we wouldn't have to interact much, only in public and maybe in front of my sisters too. See, easy. What could possibly go wrong?"

As I waited for her response, I took this time to admire her beautiful features. Her ocean-blue eyes shone in the dim light and her silky brown hair that reaches her ass and those lips, God, they would look amazing if they were wrapped around my c-

"I'll do it," she begins "on one condition."

I nod my head and allow her to continue, thinking of what she could possibly want.

"You must tell my father that this," she pointed back and forth between us, "will only go through if he chooses to give up his mafia."

I look at her with a cold face acting indifferent, when in reality, I think that's actually quite a good idea.

"I mean if you think about it," she continues "you'll have all the more power if your wife is the French Mafia leader. Also, don't you think that this will finally bring some peace between the French and the Italians. This contract means that your shipments won't continue getting raided and we can create a mafia that's 10x more powerful than any other mafia. And I'm sure the chienne [bitch] will agree, after all, he wants his mafia to be the most powerful, but he never said how, or who should be leading it."

As much as I hate her, and I hate to admit this, but, that's actually a good idea.

I look at his face, trying to decipher what his answer could be. But the devious bitch is showing nothing.

I keep my eyes trained on the floor as I go deep into thought.

I'm doing this for you maman. You didn't deserve what happened to you. You had the purest soul.

If getting married to the son of her killer is how I get my revenge, then so be it.

But I need the power of the French Mafia by my side if I wish to do so.

All of a sudden, I feel a thumb and an index finger lift my chin up, allowing me to meet the eyes of this rumoured, cold-hearted killer.

The warmth of his hand sends shivers down my spine and leaves me tingling in place that I never thought could tingle.

He looks deeply into my eyes, practically looking into my soul as I get lost in his beautiful hazel eyes.

I should have known he was the Italian capo the moment I walked in here. God, how was I so naïve.

He slowly nodded and let go of my chin, the cold breeze now replaced the warmth of his hand "I'm in." I sigh in relief, until I hear a "but," Ugh. Why does this entitled ass think he deserves a condition. I let him continue anyways because I don't want to seem like a spoilt little brat "if we're going to do this, I need us to act as a united front in public. We can hate each other as much as we want behind closed doors but in front of other's, no one will be able to break us." He concludes.

I take a second to think about it, and to be fair, that's not a bad request. In the mafia you can never show any signs of weakness or disadvantage, so it seems fair that he would say that.

"Okay." I nod my head in affirmation.

"Great, let's go back to the idiota's [idiot's] office and tell him our conditions." He began walking and the abruptly stops.

He looks back and ushers me forward and as I begin walking, I feel his hand just barely hovering over the small of my back, guiding me back to père's [father's] office.

Once we get to the door, we both look to one another, as if we were checking we're both 100% sure we want to do this.

I don't. But I must do whatever is necessary to kill his father. I'm not here for a real relationship, nor am I here for love. I am here to get my revenge.

We nod to each other and - much to my dismay - he drops his hand from the small of my back.

As his guards opens the door, and I reach for his hand and intwine our fingers. He pauses to look back a me and then to our connected hands for a second and I just smile at him sheepishly and he sends a smirk my way. Shaking his head - his smirk still evident - he continues walking, taking me along with him.

What? I mean can you blame me? He's got big hands that, when enclosed around mine, fit perfectly together.

When we made it to my fathers desk, he looked up at our connected hands and then looked further up with a mischievous smile on his face whilst making eye contact with my soon-to-be-husband. God. It feels so weird to say that.

"So, all you have to do, is both sign the contract.. here and... here." My father says, pushing the contract towards us, standing up, ready to make his way out of here.

All of a sudden, Romeo let's out a humourless chuckle.

"If you think that we don't have additional conditions to this contract, you'd be lying to yourself. Sit back down Cagna [bitch]. Don't make me tell you twice." Romeo says, with disgust lacing his tone.

I hold back from breaking out into a grin at the terrified look on my father's face and urge Romeo to sit down.

He begins by telling my father our conditions, and after a shit tonne of threatening, screaming, shouting and throwing things about, the deal was done. We signed the contract and made our way downstairs, as an official couple.

Let's see what this contract brings.