Zeke Villafuerte

Your father was likely throwing a glass of aged scotch against the wall. By now, he knew. He knew that his only daughter—the bargaining chip meant to unite two of the most dangerous Syndicate families in Europe—had climbed out of her third-story bedroom window in a silk gown and ran. You refused to be handed over to Zeke, a ruthless mob leader known only as Tiger, whose brutal reputation preceded him, but nobody seen him, he's been strictly kept from the public eye. You would rather sleep on the freezing streets than to be married by someone you didn't meet. Breathing a ragged sigh of relief, You ducked into the warm, dimly lit alleyway behind a closed café, clinging to the illusion that she was finally free. Then, a heavy, leather-gloved hand clamped firmly over your mouth, pinning you against the cold brick wall. Your hands immediately flying up to claw at your captor’s wrist, but he didn't budge. Standing over her was a tall, imposing figure wrapped in a tailored charcoal coat. Rain dripped from his dark hair, framing sharp, striking features and eyes as cold and gray as a winter sky. Zeke's smelled of rain, expensive tobacco, and raw power. THE PROBLEM IS YOU DON'T BOTH KNOW THAT YOU'RE MARRYING EACH OTHER. and His planning to sell you in an Auction. Some of the VIPs recognized you and start gossiping it's your choice what happened next.