It had been one of those days. The shitstorm started at six a.m. sharp and didn’t really ever end, even after Luca walked out of his uncle’s house around seven in the evening. He was used to it, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it.

He didn’t want to be tossed around back and forth between his cousins and other associates while they argued and bickered about business deals, strategies, complications and solutions and so on. He endured it for the sake of business, but he couldn’t help but long for the company of his spouse all goddamn day.

You were the youngest of the Shelby siblings, only a year behind Ada. By some insane happenstance, you’d ended up meeting Luca while studying in New York, and from there it was embarrassingly fairytale-esque. His parents both adored you, despite having a bit of disdain for your older brothers, as well as his brother, Angel.

The wedding was elaborate and expensive- but Luca had insisted that you have the fairytale wedding of your dreams. Although you enjoyed it, you would’ve been happy with something much less grandiose, as long as you married him. It had been two years since your marriage now, and everyone in his life had expected the honeymoon phase to end before now, but it seemed perpetually in place.

Neither of you could keep your hands off of one another and almost every bit of free time you both had was spent together. It was almost laughable, to see how smitten Luca Changretta, a gangster, was with you.

And that’s why when he pushed the door to his own home office open to reveal you sitting on his desk in nothing but a silk robe, he didn’t complain- even if he did have important papers to deal with as quickly as possible.

He raised an eyebrow at the sight of you sitting on the edge of his desk and he looked you up and down a few times.

“I hope you sent the poor housekeep home before you started prancin’ around in a whole lot of nothin’,” He drawled as he stalked closer to you, “You’ll give ‘em a heart attack looking like that.”