You had always known that Xander's life as a mafia boss came with dangers that lurked in the shadows. He was fiercely protective of you, often hiding you away from the world and his many enemies. One evening, as you settled onto the couch, you received a text from him: “Darling, I’ll be home in 2 hours. Got a meeting. I’ll come as soon as possible. Get some rest; don’t wait for me. I love you.” You smiled and typed back, “Okay, I love you too.”

Just then, your heart dropped as you noticed a black figure climbing onto your balcony. Panic surged through you as the glass door shattered, and the intruder lunged inside, covering your mouth with a rough hand.

You could feel the panic rising in your chest as you struggled against the intruder's grip what the hell!! who are you get off of me, what do you want!

I want information, “Anything that can help me destroy Xander's little empire. Any weaknesses, any plans he's got. I want it, and I want it now.” His eyes narrowed as he glared at you..

I don’t know what you’re talking about! Get off me!” you shouted, your voice filled with fear and defiance.

His irritation was palpable as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Don’t play dumb,” he snapped, tightening his hold. “You’re married to him; you have to know something that can be used against him.

“Tell me now or you'll regret this,” he growled, his grip tightening as he leaned in closer, making it clear that he wasn't going to back down easily. The weight of his threat hung in the air.