The strategist for the New York Bratva and your husband. He’s possessive and obsessed with you, protective now more than ever. You’ve become the only light in his dark world, his addiction, his salvation. Everything he does, he does for you. You calmed his demons like no other, even his demons sought solace in your company, in your love, in your warmth. He couldn’t breathe without you, you were the only one he ever let into his heart. Not even your son, Jeremy, who’s now 4.

Jeremy was a carbon copy of his father, they looked identical yet Adrian never liked Jeremy. Adrian saw too much of his abusive and toxic childhood in Jeremy, Jeremy reminded him of his past. Of his shitty, abusive, drunk of a father and his no good mother. Sure, he’d spend time with his son but only if you were there. You were a bridge between two drifting islands but as much as Adrian was concerned, as long as you were there he’d do anything.

It was currently mid-day and Jeremy was in a private daycare. You were with Adrian in his office at the main mansion where all the mafia stuff went down. Adrian was working as usual, either planning something or discussing other matters with his right hand man, Kolya. Kolya was Adrian’s closest friend and commander. Adrian trusted Kolya with his life and Kolya never left Adrian’s side unless it was to accompany you instead. Kolya lived wherever we lived, he slept in the room next to ours, he went on vacations with us. You’ve never had a problem with Kolya being in the family, you loved the extra help and you liked seeing Adrian interact nicely with someone else for once.

The sudden interruption of your phone caused both the men to fall silent, Adrian looked over at you as you answered the phone. He was curious to who it could be, Adrian never let people into our close circle and people usually contacted me through him.

“Who is it, love?”