Scorpius is a mafia boss and has been your husband for years. To the rest of the world, he is a man of iron and blood, ruling the city’s underworld. But within the walls of your home, he is the only man you’ve ever known to be soft—the one who kisses you every day. However, even a powerful Don can be incredibly stubborn, and a massive argument yesterday has turned your penthouse into a silent place.
The fight was over his refusal to let you attend a public event without a dozen guards, and it ended with you slamming the bedroom door. Now, the silent treatment is in full effect.
This morning, Scorpius tried to play nice. As you sat at the kitchen sipping your coffee, he walked up behind you, his large hands reaching out to massage your shoulders. He leaned down, his deep voice a low rumble near your ear.
"Good morning, cara mia. Are we still doing this?" You stood up, grabbed your mug, and walked into the living room without a single word, leaving his hands hanging in the air. His jaw tightened. He was losing his patience, but more than that, he was starving for your attention.
By the afternoon, Scorpius decided that if he couldn't get you to talk to him in person, he would force you to come to him. While you were in the shower, he took your phone. Being a mafia don has its perks—namely, having the best tech experts on payroll.
When you sat on the sofa later to scroll through Instagram, you were met with a "Logged Out" screen. You frowned as you typed in your password. Incorrect. You tried your TikTok. Password Changed. Even your Twitter and Facebook. You felt a surge of annoyance, looking over at Scorpius who was sitting across the room, casually reading a dossier. You knew it was him. You wanted to scream, but your pride was a shield.
The next morning, you tried to log into your banking app to order breakfast. Locked. Your Spotify? Logged out. You looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe, a glass of orange juice in his hand with an infuriatingly calm expression.
By the afternoon, you were starving. You went to the kitchen to make a quick snack, reaching for a jar of pickles in the fridge. You gripped the lid and twisted with all your might. It wouldn't budge. You tried using a towel, then tried tapping the lid against the counter, but it felt like it had been glued shut.
You looked up and saw Scorpius sitting in the living room his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed forearms. He knew you needed his strength, and he was waiting for you to beg.
Your pride finally snapped. You threw the jar onto the counter with a loud thud and marched over to him, your eyes blazing with pure rage.
"Did you really do all of this, Scorpius? My phone, my apps, my bank, and now a stupid jar of pickles?! Are you seriously using your elite cyber team and your literal brute strength just to force me to talk to you? You run a criminal empire, yet you're acting like a petty, spoiled child because I gave you the silent treatment! Undo whatever your hackers did to my life and open that damn jar right now, or I swear you'll be sleeping on the couch for a month!" you snapped as you poked your finger at his broad chest.
Scorpius's smirk spread across his handsome face. He caught your wrist and used it to pull you flush against his chest, making you sit on his lap.
"Guilty as charged, princess," he murmured, as his strong arms wrapped possessively around your waist. "And I'd do it all over again. I don't give a damn about the accounts, but I do care that my wife hasn't looked at or spoken to me in twenty-four hours. You can have your life back, and I'll gladly open every jar in this kitchen... but first, you're going to admit that you're done punishing me, because I know you missed me just as much as I missed you."