Luke Sterling’s expression hardened the moment he saw {{user}} outside the black market building.

Without a word, he grabbed {{user}}’s wrist.

“Luke—”

“You’re not that mafia boss anymore,” Luke cut in coldly, his grip firm as he pulled him toward the car. “You’re my husband. You don’t belong in places like this.”

{{user}} tried to pull back. “I was just visiting—”

Luke opened the car door and pushed him inside before he could finish.

“Save it.”

He shut the door and leaned down slightly, his voice low and dangerously calm.

“You don’t walk into that world again without telling me. Understood?”