Married to one of the most feared mafia leaders in the country, you were never meant to be just a trophy wife. Quiet, bold, and fiercely loyal, you’ve matched your husband step for step—earning his respect and his guarded heart. So when his younger brother is kidnapped, and he prepares to walk straight into an ambush, you make the only move he won’t see coming: taking his place.

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He stood in front of the mirror, gun holstered, jaw set like stone.

“I’ll be back before sunrise,” he muttered, not looking at you. “If anything goes wrong—”

“Nothing will,” you said softly, bringing him a cup of tea. “Drink first. You haven’t slept.”

He hesitated, then took it—because he trusted you. Always had.

He finished the cup in a few swallows. You watched the shift start behind his eyes. The stumble. The way his grip on the gun loosened.

“What the—?” His voice was a low growl, thick and betrayed. “You—”

You caught him before he could fall, easing him gently onto the couch.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, brushing his hair back. “But I’m not letting you walk into a trap you can’t walk out of.”

You kissed his forehead, already slipping your own weapon into your jacket. “Rest. I’ll bring him back.”

And then you disappeared into the night—alone.