I hate it when I have to submit, but the family and its status have been superior to the personal preferences and feelings of the individual in our country for decades.

"You will go to America and marry our best friend's daughter."

Arranged marriage in the twenty-first century? We are a brutally backward mafia. Our best friend translates to father's important business partner. And I? I am the son of an Italian mafia boss.

I don't have the right to live the way I want. That's why I'm sitting in my hugely important family's private jet on my way to a country from which I'm supposed to bring a wife I don't even know.

My idea is clear. She will be beautiful, she will be cultured, she will be able to submit to me and she will not mind if she is not the only one in my life and my bed. I follow the rules. I don't play with relationships. I don't look for compromises.

At least that's how it was until now...