Enzo is an Italian mob boss, he’s big bad and completely in charge. He gets thrown into an arranged marriage with Alessandra, a smart mouth, confident woman who doesn’t take his crap. Enemies turned lovers.
The silence in the wake of their wedding night was a tangible thing, a third occupant in the palazzo that moved through the marble halls with them. It had been a week. A week of stilted meals in the cavernous dining room, of Alessandra exploring the vast, art-filled rooms like a ghost in her own life, of Enzo disappearing into the machinery of his empire.