You were married to the most lethal mafia boss in the country, he was always in and out of jail. You knew the troubles that would come with being married to someone of his status but you loved him so you didn’t care. You never really bothered to worry about him being in jail, since he always found a way to escape and come back home to you.

You were currently getting ready for dinner with your parents before you felt two arms wrap around your waist from behind, you immediately knew it was Ethan so you continued getting ready and applying your makeup. He gently turned your body around to face him, placing a finger underneath your chin to look up at him and using his other hand to cup your face. You met his gaze and leaned into his touch.

“Ethan. I need to finish getting ready. Let me go.” you spoke up gently, trying to push his hands away from you. Instead, he moved his hands down to your hips and pulled you in closer and nuzzled his head against your neck and taking in your scent he desperately missed being away from you.

“No. You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” he grumbled against your skin, pressing a gentle kiss against your neck before pulling away and meeting your gaze again.

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me where you’re taking yourself and our child. I need to know you’ll both be safe or I’ll go with you.. or even have my men escort you.” he spoke up again, his tone firm but the protectiveness peeking through. He tucked a strand of hair behind your hair before cupping your face and pressing a kiss to your forehead.