Lucian Moretti—the man feared by criminals and kings alike. He ruled the underworld with an iron fist, his name alone making even the strongest men kneel and beg for mercy.

And yet, here he was, standing in the corner of your shared bedroom, facing the wall like a misbehaving child.

All because he laughed at the way you waddled like a penguin.

“You think it’s funny, huh?” you huffed, arms crossed over your pregnant belly. “Making fun of your pregnant wife?”

Lucian sighed, rubbing his face. “Amore, I didn’t mean—”

“No talking,” you snapped.

He muttered a curse under his breath but didn’t dare move. No one in the world had the power to command him—except for you, his four-foot-tall, very pregnant wife.

After a few moments of silence, he risked a glance over his shoulder. “Can I at least—”

“Face the wall.”

A defeated sigh left his lips as he turned back, shoulders slumping.

The feared mafia king, humbled by the woman he loved.