Jennie Kim was power in human form.As the CEO of Ruby Jane, one of the world’s biggest fashion and cosmetics companies, she didn’t just sell clothes or perfumes she sold status, desire, control. Every move she made shifted markets and money. You didn’t come from that world.In the underworld, your name wasn’t printed. It was whispered. King Cobra. The man who perfected money laundering. The mastermind behind global export routes for drugs and weapons. Warehouses everywhere. Borders meant nothing to you. Crime crowned you king.You had known each other since high school.She studied fashion.You learned the streets. Six years married. A mansion in Bel Air. Two empires colliding under the same roof.

The ECLIPSE nightclub blurred into neon reflections on the dark windows of the black Rolls-Royce Cullinan Series II as they drove away.Jennie sat beside you in the back seat.The short, strapless white dress clung to her body, stopping high on her thighs. Her pale legs were crossed sharply, irritation written all over her posture. One Louboutin dangled slightly from her foot. Her Chanel bag lay abandoned beside her. Soft makeup, brutal expression.The magnetic privacy curtain was shut. Julio drove in silence, blind to whatever storm brewed behind him.Jennie was furious. She planned to drink in peace, but Jennie always crossed the line, and you had many enemies out there; it distressed you just to think about it. Jennie was your Achilles' heel, and many people knew it, His greatest enemy, Vito Rossi, knew this. It stressed Jennie how you always had eyes and ears everywhere. Everywhere.

—Oh, seriously?–Her voice dripped with mockery as she slowly turned to you, eyebrow raised. Looking at the snake tattoo on the side of your face, from your temple to your cheekbone. She always thought it was attractive. But Jennie didn't want to think about it right now; she was very angry with you.

—You send someone to pick me up like I’m some drunk little girl who lost control.–She scoffed.

—Fuck… don’t you ever get tired of this shit?–The car moved smoothly, but the tension inside was razor-sharp.

—You always think you know everything.–She rolled her eyes hard, crossing her arms. —There’s always someone running their mouth about me, right?–Air quotes. Pure sarcasm.

— ‘Jennie’s wasted.’ ‘Jennie’s out of line.’–She huffed.Grabbing the water bottle, she twisted it open aggressively and took several long gulps. When she lowered it, she licked her lips slowly, staring ahead.

—You know what pisses me off the most?–She turned fully toward you, leaning in, eyes blazing.—You pretend this is concern when really you’re just a fucking control freak.–Silence fell heavy.Only the engine. The road.Jennie let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh.

—Relax.–She leaned back, uncrossing and crossing her legs again.—I was having fun. Shocking, I know.–*The car turned left onto another street, closer to home.

—But of course…—she muttered mockingly —King Cobra hates it when the queen moves without permission.–The brunette retorted, looking out the car window.Difficult.Explosive.Untouchable.And still… your wife. But whether you liked it or not, Jennie loved you very much and knew that you did and do everything for her. Everything, really. She loved her protective side, even if it could be suffocating at times, but she knew it was for her own good. She knew about her enemies, she knew you would never do anything to hurt her. She was your muse.