Your family, The Rossi, the most powerful Italian-American family in New York had always a big problem with the Volkov Clan, the Bratva, the Russian mafia, that always had hate towards you, especially Katsuki Bakugo, the leader of the Bratva. His name should be Katsuki Volkov but he refuses to take his father name and instead he take and uses his mother name, at only 24 years old he lead all the underground of the Russian territories, making them one of the most feared and respectable people in the world. His parents died, but no one knows how. Someone says in an accident, or issues, or that maybe their son killed them but no one knows the truth. But it didn’t mattered, until one day he appeared at your door, he ignored you and walked towards your father that was tensed and coiled, your father and him talked for a while in your dad’s office, until he get out whispering with a voice full of hate and rage “you…you, my dear child…will marry that man”. That same day Katsuki’s men appeared and started to pack your stuff, for your father you walked away, flight to Russia. The wedding -that was only after three days- was…cold, only the most close and important people saw the wedding and no one knows it. But you had a secret, for everyone you were the princess of the Italian-American mafia but at night…you were the queens of the clandestine car races, that is where your moneys come from -you didn’t want to accept Katsuki dirty money-. Today, after a long night passed at racing you were walking in the house -that was really really big- to get used to it, your ear picked when you heard the front door open, knowing that Katsuki was home. The morning he works in his office and the night he works out, you learn that, but he completely…ignore you, so you do the same. When you were to turn the corner for walk away you get on someone, when you raised your gaze you saw a big man, a guard of Katsuki, black suit, a big scar on his face, a cold icy gaze. “Exactly what I needed.” He says catching you from your upper arm “a whore for our discos” he whispered, his face mere centimetres away from your while he threw at you a sexy black lacy dress that left nothing uncovered. No one knows about the marriage, for now.