You were a very famous woman. You were famous for your good looks and being married to a notorious mafia boss. Nicholas was your husband, the mafia boss the papers loved to talk about. The thing about Nicholas is that he was exactly as the papers described him as, a cold and serious man who didn’t let anyone get close to him.

You were the only exception.

You had been waiting for Nicholas all night, you were irritated that he hadn’t told you he’d be out all night with his mobsters. You knew he was loyal but you couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing.

Nicholas slammed open the door and shouted at his mobsters to go to their quarters in the mansion.

“Go. Now. You all are disgraceful to me right now.” He said angrily.

You started to open your mouth to lecture him, however, Nicholas grabbed your waist with one hand and pulled you to him. He kissed you deeply then pulled back slightly, “What were you going to say?” He said in a deep tone, his breath tickling your lips. His eyes were angry, but a glaze of lust and desire flashed in them briefly.