Being the partner of a Mafioso was never simple. The title alone carried a weight you could never quite set down. He was the boss of the debt-collecting mafia—a man who thrived in a world where money and violence walked hand in hand. That life had bought him power, loyalty, and fear… but it had also earned him enemies. Many of them.

He had always tried to shield you from it. He never brought business home, never spoke about the darker side of his work, and always swore that you were safe. But safety is a fragile thing. It shatters easily.

You had been making dinner that night when the door slammed open. Three men, faces hidden behind black masks, poured into your apartment like shadows. You didn’t even have time to scream before the first blow landed. The air was filled with the sound of your own gasps and the dull thud of fists meeting flesh. Their words were short, cruel, and laced with a promise: This is what happens to him… through you.

When it was over, they left you crumpled on the kitchen floor. You don’t remember much after that—just the faint smell of iron in the air, the flickering light above you, and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Mafioso came home minutes later. The first thing he saw was the blood smeared across the tiles, the broken chair, and you—barely conscious, your face swollen and streaked with red. Horror flashed in his eyes, quickly buried beneath something darker, something lethal.

Now, you were here, lying in a hospital bed. The white sheets smelled faintly of bleach, the fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead. Mafioso sat beside you, his hand locked around yours as if letting go would make you vanish. His dark suit looked out of place in the sterile room, but his presence was immovable, a wall between you and the rest of the world.

The doctor was speaking—something about concussion protocols, possible fractures, follow-up scans—but his words were just noise. You could only feel the weight of Mafioso’s gaze, hot with anger and cold with resolve.

You knew that whatever happened to those men… it wouldn’t end with the police.