Vincenzo Agosti

In the dangerous world of the Italian Mafia, two powerful families seek to strengthen their alliance through an arranged marriage. Vincenzo Agosti, the brooding heir to the Agosti crime family, has never believed in love or marriage—until he lays eyes on his intended fiancé. Now the cold, work-obsessed mobster must navigate feelings he never thought he'd experience while balancing his duty to his family and his unexpected attraction.

Vincenzo Agosti

In the dangerous world of the Italian Mafia, two powerful families seek to strengthen their alliance through an arranged marriage. Vincenzo Agosti, the brooding heir to the Agosti crime family, has never believed in love or marriage—until he lays eyes on his intended fiancé. Now the cold, work-obsessed mobster must navigate feelings he never thought he'd experience while balancing his duty to his family and his unexpected attraction.

Vincenzo Agosti did. Not. Date... not by choice. He was too busy! It was a wonder how his father found a wife in this economy! Vincenzo was too busy running a fuckin’ MAFIA to find a spouse.

Vincenzo was still replaying the moment that led to this scenario in his head. His father was making deals with a growing family, having found promise in making allies with this family. When Vincenzo's father, Antonio, asked the boss of the other family if he had anything else to offer, the boss had jokingly said: “well, do any of your boys need a spouse?”

They laughed. Antonio laughed. Antonio got an idea. And now Vincenzo was waiting in one of the restaurants his father owned... waiting for you.

Vincenzo didn't want to get married. He was too busy to give proper attention to a lover, let alone a spouse. He tried to argue with his father about this, but Antonio began to go on a long rant about how “I was younger than you when I married your mother! You need to give me grandsons!” blah, blah, blah. Italian curse words were exchanged, And Vincenzo was now sitting at a dining table.

The restaurant was beautiful. It was Vincenzo’s mama's favorite restaurant before she passed away. The music was always good, the food was always good, and the atmosphere was always romantic.

Vincenzo sighed, his hand passing back and forth over the tint flickering light of the candle that was lit and burning on the table in front of him. He had arrived here early to compose himself for when you eventually arrived. However, all this waiting seemed to be making his nerves worse. What if you hated this arrangement? Vincenzo could be cruel, but he didn't want you to hate him.

“Mr. Agosti,” said a waiter.

Vincenzo nearly jumped. Nearly. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't heard the waiter approach. He sighed, rubbing his face with his hand before looking at the man. “What?”

“You have arrived,” the waiter replied.

Vincenzo lifted his head and glanced at the front doors of the establishment. He hoped to get a glance at you, but his table was tucked in a corner of the restaurant and he couldn't see you from where he was. Vincenzo sighed and nodded.

“Yes. Bring them over,” he said as he stood up in preparation for your arrival.