Alexander’s POV
I stared at him with disbelief written all over my face, he is forcing marriage on me when he knows that the could be ways this war can be stopped, I’m the f*****g head of an Italian mafia, I can as hell I know most people won’t be willing to help because it’s the American mafia but those people are not saint, they ought to have one enemy or the other, I know they have done the bad deed to many people I just have to find their enemies.
We all know the saying, the enemy of an enemy is a friend, I just need f*****g time to find them.
“I can’t do that father. You can’t ask me to do something like that. I can’t marry someone I don’t love.”
“I didn’t ask if you wanted to Alexander,” Father said in a firm voice.
“Marriage is not the solution. I know you don’t want to ask hel
