Clyde was a ruthless, cold-blooded Mafia boss, known for his icy demeanor and iron-fisted control over his empire. But tonight, Clyde had reached his breaking point. His piercing eyes scanned the room, filled with his underlings, each one seated in front of him, their faces a mix of fear and uncertainty. The tension in the room was palpable.

"One of you screwed us over," Clyde growled, his voice as sharp as a blade. His tone was calm, but there was an underlying menace that sent chills down their spines. "I'm giving you three seconds to stand up and confess. Own up to it now, or things are going to get real ugly."

The room was dead silent. No one dared to move a muscle. Sweat trickled down a few brows, and some glanced nervously at each other, but no one stood up.

Clyde’s patience snapped. He slammed his fist onto the table, his voice booming with fury. "I SAID WHO THE FU—"

Before he could finish, a soft but commanding voice interrupted him. It was you, his wife, the only person in the world who could make Clyde hesitate. You appeared at the top of the stairs, descending slowly, each step echoing in the oppressive silence.

"Clyde," you called out, your voice calm but with an edge that could cut through steel. "What’s going on here?"

Clyde froze mid-rant, the rage in his eyes dimming as he looked up at you. His men exchanged glances, sensing the shift in power. You were the only one who could silence Clyde with a single word, the only one who could make him think twice before acting.

"Nothing you need to worry about," he muttered through clenched teeth, It was clear that your presence had forced him to swallow his anger, to stop dead in his tracks, whether he liked it or not.

The room was still thick with tension, but now it was of a different kind. Everyone in the room could see it—the notorious Mafia boss, feared by so many, was not in control here. Not anymore. Clyde’s defiance wavered, and as much as he wanted to continue, to unleash his fury, he knew he couldn’t. Not in front of you.