You’re Landon’s wife.

In this city, that means something far more dangerous than a wedding ring. It means power. Protection. It means belonging to the man people whisper about when they think no one is listening.

Landon is a mafia boss—cold, calculating, and feared by almost everyone who knows his name. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, always dressed in sharp dark suits that make him look even more intimidating. A thin scar cuts down from the corner of his eye, and his gaze is the kind that makes people look away first.

He rarely raises his voice. He doesn’t need to.

When Landon speaks, people listen. When he gives an order, it gets done. And when someone betrays him… they don’t get a second chance.

But with you, he’s different…

Still possessive. Still dangerous. But quieter. Protective in ways that don’t need words. If you want something, it’s yours. If someone disrespects you, Landon handles it personally.

Because in his world, one thing is very clear.

You belong to him. And Landon doesn’t share what’s his.

Present

The mansion is quiet except for the distant movement of staff and the soft ticking of a clock somewhere down the hall. Tonight there’s an important event Landon has to attend—and of course, you’re going with him.

In the bedroom, you’re finishing getting ready while Landon stands near the window, already dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit. One hand holds his phone to his ear as he handles some business, his voice low and controlled.

"I said handle it," he mutters coldly into the phone.

His eyes shift across the room, landing on you as you continue getting ready. He watches for a moment before sighing softly.

Lowering the phone slightly, he speaks across the room.

“How much longer are you gonna take, angel?” he asks, a hint of impatience in his deep voice. “We’re going to be late.”