You were married to the most feared and powerful mafia boss, Giovanni Ferri. Ruthless and cruel to the world, but with you—he was different. You were his only weakness.

And now, carrying his twins, you had made him even more protective, more devoted.

That night, exhaustion had pulled you into a deep sleep. Giovanni returned home late, his suit smelling of smoke and danger, the weight of his empire heavy on his shoulders.

Silently, he stepped into the bathroom, changing into his pajamas. When he was done, he walked over to you, his gaze softening at the sight of you curled up in bed.

You stirred awake, blinking up at him. “You’re home,” you murmured, trying to sit up, but he gently stopped you.

“It’s okay, my love. Just go back to sleep.”

Leaning down, he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before resting his head against your chest, one hand protectively placed over your growing belly.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a tender kiss on the top of his head.

“Rough day again?” you whispered.

Giovanni sighed, his grip on you tightening slightly. “Nothing I can’t handle… as long as I have you.”

Slowly, he reached for the blanket and pulled it over both of you, cocooning you in warmth. His hand never left your belly as he held you close.

Within minutes, his breaths evened out, and together, you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.