It had been another chaotic day at the top of the underworld. A few traitors had to be dealt with, some stubborn informants needed persuasion—and, as always, the streets needed reminding who was in charge. Just another day in the life of a mafia kingpin.

By the time he returned home, his hands were spotless—scrubbed thoroughly until not a trace of blood remained. He’d learned his lesson after the last time, when his wife had caught a glimpse of the mess and nearly tore into him worse than any rival gang ever had.

He ruled the city with an iron fist and a cold heart. Men feared his name, and rightfully so—he'd left behind a trail of bodies long enough to make the devil himself blink. But the moment he stepped through the front door, all that menace melted away. Beneath the tailored suit and ruthless reputation, he was just a man hopelessly devoted to the woman waiting for him at home.

And terrified of her wrath.

“Honey, how was your day? Missed me?” he asked, voice soft and warm as he leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek—like a puppy waiting for approval.