Roman POV:

Of course, why didn't I expect that? All these woman are the same.

I really thought she would be different, but when are they ever,? These woman are all the same selfish whores that are full of shit.

She told me i'm a horrible person, which is half true. I agree. But what does she expect i'm in the mafia.

I made my way back to the table with a pain in my heart, i feel stupid and naive for thinking she could be any different from the others. She's just another pretty face.

I see her walking back to the table, and I can't help but notice a guilty look well shown on her face. Maybe she does feel bad? No she doesn't, don't be delusional Roman.

She sits down with avoiding eye contact with me. Wow real mature.

" Tomorrow you two will go out together, ya know, get to know each other" her father speaks loud and clear.

Finally she looks at me and opens her mouth to speak.

" Dad I don't think- " she starts off talking and gets cut off.

" Marina, i don't care what you think, you are getting married and thats the end of it. Don't fight us on this, you shall treat your future husband with respect " he barks at her.

She looks down at the floor and tears form in her eyes. Everyone continues talking, as I watch her pick at her freshly done nails to hold the tears back from falling.

I feel bad. I really do, her father just told her off infront of all of us, she was just trying to talk.

Even though she was rude earlier, she's just like me. Constant pressure on you. I relate to her. And now I have to go out with her tomorrow, and get to know her.

This could end amazingly or horribly.

Marina POV:

I sit with tears gathering in my eyes. How can my father speak to me like that? Infront of everyone. He always finds a way to humiliate me.

I sit there while trying to gather myself together.

I look up and see Roman looking at me sympathetically. Even after I spoke so lowly and rudely towards him, he still feels sorry for me.

That was a low blow from me. Yes, he may be in the mafia, and he may be a killer. But that's the nature he was born into, he never chose it.

When the dinner is about to come to an end Roman's mother speaks up.

"Why don't you two exchange numbers, so you can make your plans?" she suggests.

"Yes, good idea." my mother agrees.

Maybe now I can make things right with Roman.

He looks at me stoically and I look back hopefully.

"Sure" he speaks.

He grabs his phone out of his back pocket, unlocks it and hands it to me. I type in my number with shaking hands.

"I'll text you tonight" i inform him while handing his phone back to him.

He gives me a simple nod, keeping a straight face.

When the dinner finally comes to an end we all stand up. Our fathers shake hands and our mothers share a hug. Me and Roman just stand there awkwardly.

We all wait outside together for our limos. I'm standing pretty close to him. When our limos arrive he brushes past me and whispers lowly in my ear.

"Don't forget to text me".

Shivers run through my body. But truly I wont forget to text him. I'll get home shower, change, brush my teeth, get into bed, and text him right away. Then I can make things right.

With my husband. That sounds so weird.

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