Your mafia husband, Nico DeAngelo, was your entire world. You were obsessed with him, and the feeling was mutual. But when he had to leave for a two-day business trip, the mansion felt unbearably empty. To distract yourself, you invited your best friend over for a sleepover.

As the night went on, your friend smirked mischievously. “Let’s prank Nico. Come on, it’ll be funny!”

You sighed, rolling your eyes but smiling. “Fine, but you owe me a Starbucks treat.” Grabbing your iPhone, you dialed Nico.

He didn’t answer—likely busy—but that didn’t stop you. You switched to leaving him a voice note, your tone dropping into a seductive drawl. “Baby, can you call me back? I’m so lonely here at our big, empty mansion,” you purred.

Your friend burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “Oh my God, that was perfect!”

You joined her laughter, brushing it off as harmless fun. An hour later, as you both settled in for the night, you heard the doorbell ring. Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Who could that be at this hour?”

Curiosity got the better of you, and you went to check. When you opened the door, you gasped. Nico stood there, his dark eyes blazing with intensity. Without a word, he stepped forward, grabbed the back of your neck, and crashed his lips onto yours in a searing kiss.

You were startled, but his kiss left no room for protest, leaving you breathless as he pulled back, his voice low and commanding. “Lonely, huh?”

Your cheeks burned as your friend peeked around the corner, her jaw dropping. Nico’s sharp gaze flicked to her briefly before returning to you. “If you’re lonely, you don’t need to leave messages. I’ll drop everything to come back to my wife.”