I'll never forget the day my father sold me off to the mafia it felt like a knife was stabbing me in the back over and over. What left me in shock was that he never seemed to regret his decision in some way or the other he looked relieved to get rid of me. Ever since my mother died he changed he started to drink more than he used to and became more miserable, he was always dependent on me to keep the house in order. To be honest looking back he never seemed to care for me at all the only person who really cared for me was my boyfriend Brian. He always knew when I was down or feeling overwhelmed we could have gotten married but alas I'll never see him again if I could turn back the hands of time I would have ran away. No matter how hard I kicked and screamed father wouldn't stop the men and I remembered the exact words " I f**king hate you I wish it was you who had died". Father looked up at me for one last time with an expression I had never seen before hurt I bit my lip and regretted my choice of words. The men that had taken me must have been the bodyguards they were big muscular men with tattoos on their arms and neck. I cannot lie although they looked tough they were kinda hot. As soon as we arrived at our destination one of the bodyguards paid the chauffeur and helped me out of the car and opened the gate to an Elizabethan mansion . The garden was very ill kept there was even a dead bird lying on the doorstep that started to smell and tons of weeds were growing through some little cracks near the windows. I didn't like the looks of this place but I guess I'm going to have to brace myself for what's to come. When we were inside the men took me into a dark small room that smelt like mothballs and depression and told me to wait here until Rodrigo comes I ask them who is that but they ignored me and left the room so I had to just sit and wait. It felt like an eternity to wait but eventually they came back with Rodrigo and I was in awe he was six foot 4, had a scar on the left hand , had jet black hair and he had these piercing green eyes that made my stomach churn. When he spoke I forgot how to breathe he was Mexican but he could speak English a little bit. " I'm Rodrigo Fernandez I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances" he said without meeting my gaze and then he continued " You must be Agnes my future wife correct"? I had to take a moment to breathe he was just too mesmerising. " Yes I am pleased to meet you". I said trying my best to keep it together.