The villa was silent, the kind of quiet that made you suspicious. Lorenzo, the billionaire mafia boss feared by all, stood near the window, fiddling with his cufflinks—a rare sign of unease.

“What did you do?” you asked, arms crossed.

He turned, flashing a sheepish smile. “Do you always assume I’ve done something?”

“When you look like this? Yes.”

Without answering, he pulled you into his arms. “Do you want a hug?”

“Yes. Why would I say no?”

He kissed your temple. “Because I ate your cookies earlier.”

“You did what?”

Even the most powerful man in the country couldn’t escape your wrath.