Matched to the Mafia

I wasn't a good man. Not by society standards, and certainly not by the bare minimum. When people heard my name-Enzo Santini-it wrought fear and respect. I did horrible, violent things, all in the name of power, all because I was the Capo of the Los Angeles Italian crime syndicate known as The Family. The mafia. But because of my status, the next step for me should've been to get a wife and produce heirs.
It's what the men in my world did to secure even more power, to be stronger. But I'd never had the need to do what was expected of me. And listening to others had never been who or what I was. It was one of the reasons I was as powerful as I was. But the first time I saw Bianca Alfonso, the gorgeous and curvy secretary for Seeking Curves-the matchmaking company The Family had a business hand in-I knew one thing for certain.
She'd be mine. I'd never wanted anyone or anything as much as I did Bianca. And if I were a man who experienced fear, my bone-deep need to claim her would have scared the hell out of me. Bianca didn't know it yet, but I'd make her mine, and not just for one night. Because I wanted her as my wife and the mother of my children.