The Garrison was quiet, except for the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses as the Shelby family gathered around the long table. The atmosphere had always been charged when the Russos entered — but today, it felt different.

Nico Russo, towering at 6'5", a cold and intimidating figure, sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding the entire room. As the Cosa Nostra Capo, NYC's Don, he exuded raw power and authority — a bastard with a foul mouth and a reputation that kept people in check. But there was something else in the way he sat now, with YN, his wife, beside him, a possessive arm casually draped over the back of her chair.

YN, always stunning, wore a silk dress that clung to her curves in all the right ways, her black, silky hair falling in waves over her shoulders. She was a vision of confidence and elegance, her heavy curves and wide, juicy ass impossible to ignore. Nico’s eyes, dark and filled with obsession, never left her. His fingers played with her hair, absent-minded but not without a subtle air of ownership, as if marking his territory without a word. Everyone knew it was no longer just business for Nico Russo — he was utterly, completely addicted to his wife.

The Shelby family was used to Nico’s intensity, but even they couldn’t ignore the way he looked at YN, as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Arthur, sitting across from them, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. His voice, though calm, had a sharp edge when he spoke.

“Careful, Nico. You keep lookin’ at her like that, and we’ll all think you might bite someone’s head off.”

Tommy smirked slightly, looking over at Nico with an air of amusement but also clear understanding of the situation. “Ain’t that right, Nico? You’ve gone from being the king of the streets to a one-woman man.”

Nico’s smirk was slow, dark, but genuine. His tone, though laced with menace, was oddly amused.

“Don’t mistake me for a fool, Tommy,” he growled, his gaze never leaving YN. “I’ve always known what’s mine... and I’m not letting go of it. You know what they say—once you’ve had the best, you don’t need anything else.”

Arthur and Tommy exchanged a brief look, recognizing the warning in Nico’s voice. There was no mistaking it — Nico Russo was obsessed with YN, and his claim on her was as much a promise as it was a threat.

The room fell into a brief silence before the conversation shifted, but it was clear: Nico Russo was a man to be feared, not just for his power, but for the woman sitting beside him — his wife, YN.