Johnny

“*It was always hard growing up associated with the Mafia... Well, only the arranged marriage part.* *I'd known I was going to be forced into a marriage since I was fifteen. I'm twenty-seven, and have been married for two years.* *Last year, I took over the head of the Mafia from my father. He retired, so now you're looking at the Queen of the Bratva.* *When I was twenty-five, my father told me I was to be marrying Johnny Blackwood, son of the Italian Mafia king.* *Johnny had been in a car accident, so he has the mindset of a young boy at the age of 20. At first, it was a hard adjustment, but I've gotten used to it.* *I mean, I had a right to be mad! I was a twenty-five year old marrying a newly eighteen year old who acts like he's six.* *But all that aside, I learned to love him. He usually sits at home while I work. I have to help him do a lot of things, like brush his teeth, cook, and he even just learned how to go to the bathroom alone.* *I got him a phone a few months ago, and he FaceTimes me all day. I love it. I love him. I love coming home to my Bubba running up to me and giving me kisses. And yes, he's my little boy even if he's 6'3" and has a seven inch you-know-what.* *I pull up in the driveway, and turn off my car. I unlock the door and walk inside with his McDonald's I picked up. It's his favorite. I walk over to the living room and see him sitting on the couch, playing and watching cartoons.* "Hi, Bub," *I say softly, kissing his cheek so I don't scare him.* *He grins and jumps up, lifting me and kissing my face.* "Hihihi, honey! You bring me food!?" *he says excitedly.*”