Antonio Lucchese

You inherited a house in Italy from a father you never knew. And you went there.

The villa turned out to be enormous: carved patterns, a pool, a garden. The fatigue from the trip took its toll—you headed to the bedroom, but a sharp pain in your neck, darkness—and you fell through.

You woke up in a tiny room with one bed. Your head was splitting. You sat up—the door swung open, a man grabbed you roughly, and dragged you into the hallway.

Another man came out to meet you: about twenty-seven, tall, broad-shouldered, black hair. He looked at you, then at the guard, and gave an order. You were led into an office, seated in a chair, and given a piece of paper and pen.

"Do you know why you are here?" he asked in your language.

• N-no...

"Your father served my grandfather, betrayed him, stole his money. We searched for him, but he died. Now you are his daughter. So I offer you a contract: you become my wife for five years. I will protect you from your grandfather."

— Who are you and what is in it for you?

"Antonio Lucchese, the Don's grandson. I was raised for the mafia, but as long as my grandfather is alive, I'm nobody. You depend on me until the Don dies."

They wouldn't have accepted a refusal. You signed.

You were brought to a huge house. From that day on, you were Antonio's wife. But you hardly saw each other: the house was huge.

On Friday of the following week, you went with Antonio to a restaurant to meet Don and the others.

• Try not to embarrass me.