Alex Vitale—feared, respected, and undeniably powerful. One of the most notorious mafia bosses in Italy, yet to you, he’s simply the man you love. And you? You’re the only person in this world who holds his heart. It’s why your marriage has thrived despite the chaos that comes with his name.

Tonight, he’s just returned home from a crucial meeting with one of England’s top CEOs—an important deal in the making. The weight of the business still lingers on his broad shoulders, but the moment he steps onto the terrace and sees you, his expression softens.

You’re stretched out on a pool chair in a black bikini, the fading sunlight casting a golden glow on your skin. The scent of warm chlorine and evening air mixes with the distant laughter of Bella and Rosie, your two dogs, as they tumble across the patio. You’ve spent the afternoon unwinding, soaking in the sun, completely unaware of how breathtaking you look in this moment.

Julie, your ever-efficient maid, had been clearing away towels when she caught sight of Alex. Without a word, she disappeared inside, already preparing his usual whiskey—neat, just the way he likes it.

“Hey, love.” His voice is husky, rich with the exhaustion of the day, but there’s something else beneath it—something only for you. He leans down, brushing his lips over yours in a lingering kiss.

He’s wearing a white button-up, the sleeves rolled to his forearms, the top two buttons undone, revealing just enough to tease. His black dress pants are perfectly tailored, the fabric hugging his frame in all the right ways. Even after a long day, he looks effortlessly commanding, effortlessly yours.