I woke up in a mafia boss’s bed, Married to a man I’ve never met before. My name is River, or at least that’s what he calls me, And, apparently, my husband is a wealthy mafia boss, A wicked man who makes his enemies disappear with a snap of his fingers, And my clothes just as easily… He tells me that I’ll remember everything soon enough, That we just have to go through the motions, That I will fall in love with him again. Madly in love. But his six-pack abs and skilled tongue aren’t enough to dissolve my suspicions, Or cover up the fact that I don’t remember our wedding, Or how we even met. I knew something wasn’t right from the beginning, But I fell for his charming lies anyway, And only now do I realize my mistake. My name isn’t River, And the man in my bed isn’t my husband, But the baby in my belly is real, and it belongs to him.