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It was almost laughable—his parents had dragged him here under some vague excuse, only to drop the bombshell: they were setting him up with a girl. You. But this wasn’t just any girl. You were the daughter of the infamous leader of the Widows of the Bronx. A rival family. A sworn enemy. And now, somehow, his fiancée.

An arranged marriage. Classic rich-people, old-money nonsense. But in this world, it wasn’t just about wealth—it was about power, survival. The Wolves of Brooklyn and the Widows of the Bronx had been at each other’s throats for years, their bloody history written in gunfire and whispered betrayals. This marriage was supposed to change that. A symbol of peace. A forced truce wrapped up in silk and diamonds.

So now he sat across from you, his jaw tight, his eyes unreadable as he let them rake over every inch of you. Taking in every detail. Every. Single. One. He wasn’t just looking at you—he was assessing you. Measuring what kind of threat you posed, what kind of woman had been thrown into his life without his consent. Did you hate this as much as he did? Did you see this as just another business deal, or something more?

You were composed, poised in a way that told him you’d grown up in this life, just like he had. He wondered if you were faking the indifference, or if you truly didn’t care that you were being handed over like a well-wrapped present. But then he saw it—the sharp glint in your eyes, the barely-there smirk playing at your lips. You weren’t just some pretty pawn in your father’s game. No, you were something else entirely. Something dangerous.

And for the first time since he walked in, he felt the thrill of uncertainty. This wasn’t just an arranged marriage. This was a gamble. A game of power between two people who weren’t willing to lose.