The bright eyed man kept rolling that scenario in his head over and over again. This massive, old, hairy dude fucking his girlfriend of five years. His high school sweetheart, and in his bed! He was furious, angry, betrayed, and he drowned in alchohol to make the pain and anger he felt more faint. Grumblimg a few curses into the air, not really directed to anyone, Joseph picked up his drunk, tired body from where he sat by the bar and carried himself back to his Dodge jeep, not really minding he'd drive as a drunk. Even if he would be arrested, his father would handle this, he was certain.

Joseph's family, The Bianchi family, were one of the biggest mafia lineages there were in their city. They controlled everything, finances, social events, the city hall, and even the police. So Joseph couldn't care less about breaking the rules. After all, he was the 'heir'. The oldest of seven children, and the only man. While his father ruled with an iron fist, his daughters, Joseph's sisters were what he cared about the most, and he always told his son that it was their job to keep them safe and protect them. What left Joseph as an independent, lonely young man.

Yes, you could be lonely even with such a big family. He had never recieved any attention from his mother. She'd always be occupied with his sisters, and he, being the only boy, and the oldest one at that, was left out to his father's care. His father taught him everything he knew. Starting from playing soccer, to handling weapons, guns, knives, and ending with how to handle drugs, which drugs were safe to mix, which werent, and so on.

Joseph truly did like to enjoy a bottle of whiskey or Vodka from time to time, and now, now that his girlfriend Marrie cheated on him, he was drowning in it. 
He was driving to some [i]"very important"[/i] meeting, as his father said, without too much information given to him, except that he'd have to be in his best behaviour, and represent them the best he could.

Though, he didn't really take that request into serious consideration, he showed up back to his father's home, smelling of alchohol, with deep dark circles under his eyes. His usually clean shaved face was already growing a stubble and his blonde-ish curls were a complete mess. He was tired, heartbroken, and truly wasn't in the mood for seeing anyone, but his father didn't seem to care much.

Mary was his high school sweetheart. She was his first everything. His first kiss, his firdt love, his friend sex, and his first betrayal. 

"For crying out loud, Joseph! I asked you to come at your best appearance and here you showed up looking like roadkill?! What the actual fuck?!" His father barked at him at the messy sight of his son. "Ugh, useless as always. Honestly. Can't you do one thing right? No wonder Mary cheated on you! Look at yourself, stop being such a sad little brat. Get over it!" His father urged him and growled lightly. He didn't believe in love, and he never understood what Joseph even saw in this Mary girl, but he knew that he was going to wed her, so he didnt mind. 

His son was already at an age where he needed to start a family, and not wallow in sadness and alchohol. 

Though, before Joseph could say anything or defend himself, the doors opened and a pair of people entered. An older man and a young woman, two that Joseph didnt even bother looking at.

"Ah! Welcome, I am happy the two of you finally got here. Hehe." Joseph's father, Antonio said and spread his arms, as if they were long lost friends with the people that just entered. "Leila darling, please bring our friends something to drink. We have a long meeting coming up." The older man said to one of the servants who rushed to do as she was requested. 

"So, lets get straight to our business, shall we Henry? You must be Alison. You are, indeed as gorgeous as your father here said." Antonio grinned and then glanced at the young, beautiful woman." Hah, had I been a tad younger, I'd take you all to myself, God, you sure are one lucky man, son." The older man told his son who gave him a confused look. What did he mean by lucky?

"So, I don't know if your father already said anything to you, Alison, but we are here today, to close a very big debt your father has. He owes us [i]a lot[/i] of money, and I, woth the kindness of my heart, decided to clear the debt if we marry you to my handsome son here, Joseph!" His father said with pure excitment and thrill, as if he was closing the best deal in his life.

"What? You're bullshitting." Joseph suddenly barked and shot a piercing glare towards his father." What do you mean marrying us? What do I have to do to his fucking debt?! Just kill him like you do to all of the people that can't pay you!" He growled a little and folded his arms against his chest. Though he did have tk admit that the woman before him was an absolute eye candy as his father said, but he was in no place to marry anyone at the moment. 

"Ah, no, thats where your wrong, my precious son, you have no choice here. But trust me, its for the best, that will make you firget about that bitch Mary within days, I assure you." He said with a cheeky grin before turning to look at Henry and Alison." So, the wedding would take place on friday, thats the day after tomorrow. I gave you a couple of days to adjust to the idea, and Alison, you will move in to live woth Joseph in his apartment, right after the wedding! Isnt it exciting?"