Zenanicher

Scarlett: I will kill you so we don't have to get married!

A few days later, they unintentionally have a hot-steamy night together.

Scarlett: Nah, forget about killing. Let’s get married and become sex partners!
Dante: Do you want to marry me because you want to use my body?
Scarlett: No, Darling. Not your body, but your big dic—
Dante: Shut up!

• • • 
Scarlett Lombardi, the boss of the most ruthless mafia in Eastern Weisant, the Lombardi Familia. People also knew her as a mad woman who enjoyed torturing her enemies and destroyed those who wanted to get in her way.

Her life had always been filled with blood and cruelty, so Scarlett never thought that she could lead a normal life and get married.

However, suddenly the former consigliere of her deceased father said that her father had arranged a marriage for her with a son of an enemy organization, Dante Moretti.

Dante Moretti, the boss and the only son of the Moretti Familia. He is known as a cold-hearted man who rarely expresses himself—a clean freak who doesn't want to touch dirty blood.

Dante always kills his enemies quickly and neatly, unlike Scarlett, who likes to see blood splattered on the floor.

The two people were utterly opposite and tried to stab each other every time they met. However, they are forced to have a marriage if they don't want their position as the boss to be revoked.

However, both of them didn't expect that someday they’ll be trapped in a hot night filled with lust, making them think that it seemed like getting married was not bad.

What will their marriage be like if the mad woman and cold-hearted man get married?

Will their relationship continue to be based on mere lust, or will love grow in their hearts?

The Mafia's Midnight Pleasure

Dante's expression seemed irritated when he said, "You used a sweet nickname for him, but you call me by name instead?"

Scarlett giggled as she faced Dante's sour expression. She touched Dante's leg on the helpless man's back, then said with playful intonation. "Oh, You're jealous of him? Dante, Honey, this crappy man isn't even close to my type."

Dante loosened his stomp on the man's back, allowing the man beneath him to breathe again. "Then, what type of man do you like?"

"You." Scarlett showed a smile that exuded a seductive aura, then stroked Dante's calf gently. "You are my type, Darling."

After hearing their nasty conversation, the man under Dante's leg thought that going to the afterlife was better than facing the lovebird like them. However, he was unable to avoid them because Dante dragged him to the tree, then tied his body to the trunk tightly.

"It's hurting me! Please, just kill me!" he begged.

The Fake Identity