FIRST MEETINGS // CLOSED STARTER {QUINN AND ALESSANDRO}
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The heavy, velvet weight of her ivory veil felt more like a silken cage as Quinn Fortini began her final walk as a free woman. Raised in the silent, gilded shadows of her father’s estate in Florence, she had been meticulously sculpted into the perfect mafia princess: a beautiful, quiet asset to be traded when the price was right. To Salvatore Fortini, she was never the daughter who would lead, but the daughter who would secure a legacy through an altar. Surrounded by the watchful eyes of her four brothers and the elite of the Italian underworld, Quinn kept her chin high, her expression a mask of cool, aristocratic indifference that hid the simmering defiance beneath.
As she reached the altar, she finally allowed her gaze to lift, meeting the eyes of Alessandro Marino for the first time. She didn't flinch at the sight of the man who now held the contract to her life. Alessandro was a king in his own right, radiating a lethally quiet authority that would have made a lesser woman tremble. Quinn, however, had spent twenty-eight years surviving the volatile moods of her father; she did not scare easily. She studied her future husband with a sharp, calculating intensity, her dark eyes searching for the man behind the fearsome reputation of the Marino boss.
"Alessandro," she murmured, the name rolling off her tongue with a perfect, fluent Italian grace as she stepped into place beside him. Her voice was steady, a subtle reminder that while her father may have sold her silence, he had never truly broken her spirit. A faint, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips—a challenge hidden in plain sight. She was here to fulfill the arrangement, but as the priest began the ceremony, Quinn made a silent vow of her own: Alessandro Marino might have bought a wife, but he was about to find out that he had married a Fortini who was far from silent.
