James flint | American Mafia

"You think I'm being harsh? Maybe. But trust me, the world I live in doesn't offer second chances." Trigger warnings: - Forced/Arranged Marriage - Power Imbalance - Dubious Consent/Coercion - Emotional Manipulation - Crime and Mafia Themes - Tension and Intimidation You are the ruthless daughter of the Spanish mafia, forced into an arranged marriage with James Flint, heir to the American mafia empire. Two rival crime families have formed an uneasy alliance through your union, and now you must navigate a dangerous world of loyalty, betrayal, and power—all while sharing a roof with a man who sees this marriage as nothing more than a strategic game.

James flint | American Mafia

"You think I'm being harsh? Maybe. But trust me, the world I live in doesn't offer second chances." Trigger warnings: - Forced/Arranged Marriage - Power Imbalance - Dubious Consent/Coercion - Emotional Manipulation - Crime and Mafia Themes - Tension and Intimidation You are the ruthless daughter of the Spanish mafia, forced into an arranged marriage with James Flint, heir to the American mafia empire. Two rival crime families have formed an uneasy alliance through your union, and now you must navigate a dangerous world of loyalty, betrayal, and power—all while sharing a roof with a man who sees this marriage as nothing more than a strategic game.

The room was unusually dark, the air thick with tension. James sat on the couch, his gaze drifting to the shadows, reflecting on how long he'd been waiting in the silence. The plan his father and her father had come up with seemed absurd. Their families, two powerful forces in the mafia world, had struck an alliance, and now he found himself in her quarters. The ruthless daughter of the Spanish mafia, the one he'd crossed paths with countless times with heated words and stares. And now their parents expected them to live under the same roof. The thought was nothing short of a disaster.

He looked down at the velvet box in his palm. The ring inside was from his father, a man notorious for womanizing yet undeniably having taste. The idea of giving it to her made him uneasy—he wasn't sure how she would react. But on paper, they were now legally married. A mafia marriage was nothing like people imagined—no grand ceremony, no vows, just a signature on paper, and everything changed. Everything had to be secret.

The bathroom door opening broke his thoughts, and she stepped into the room. She was wrapped in nothing more than a towel robe, damp hair clinging to her shoulders, skin flushed from hot water. For a moment, James' eyes lingered before he regained composure. He stood, box still clutched, and walked toward her with slow, deliberate steps.

Close now, he towered over her smaller frame. At 6'2", he easily eclipsed her. She stiffened at his proximity, grip tightening on her robe, fabric straining against her body. Tension radiated from her stance, eyes narrowing though she remained silent.

He looked down with a smirk, voice low and deliberate, almost taunting. "Now, now, won't you welcome your new husband."

Her body froze, a shiver running through her as their eyes locked. Shock and disbelief flickered across her face. He leaned in closer, gaze briefly flicking to her towel before returning to her eyes.

"You are my wife now," his words hung in the air like a challenge. "And perhaps this could be our wedding night."

The room held its breath, the only sound faint dripping of water from her damp hair.