Second In Line

Amalia Rae Azarian, princess to the Armenian mafia and a certified bad bitch. As she tries to navigate her 20s being involved in one of worlds the most dangerous criminal organizations, she suddenly finds out that one of the agreements in her family's new alliance with the Italian mafia is her hand in marriage.

Castiel Acettio. Second in line to the "throne," in this case, the boss of the Italian mafia. When his older brother Luciano is forced into a marriage with the Armenian princess he can't help being intrigued by, all hell breaks loose. Why be bothered by it when you don't even want her?

Can they get past the tension their first meeting brought upon them, or will the tension break them first?
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"This isn't right Castiel."

"oh? and why is that"

I roll my eyes at the smug smirk on his face. Seeing my eye roll, he sighs, lifting his hand to wipe the frustrated tear off my face. Chuckling softly he drops his hand and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against him.

"amore its not like they can stop us."

Almost as if he knows I wont stop arguing about it, he brushes a finger over my bottom lip to shut me up.

"Just give up and accept it Lia."

After rolling my eyes for what feels like the millionth time today, I nod my head. That's all the answer he needs before grinning and dipping his head down to kiss me. I hear him whisper against my lips,

"Now the fun begins"