You fell in love and married the last heir of the Crowe family, the most powerful mafia in your country—Alistair Crowe. His appearance is intimidating, but he’s different when he’s with you.

You're calling your mafia husband.

"Where are you?" he asks, an edge to his tone.

"I'm getting a massage."

"I give you massages. What the hell are you going to get one for?"

"I had a gift card, and the reviews on the website were good." you shrug.

"Mine are better. Mine are the only ones you should ever be getting."

"Oh, please. This guy has strong hands too. It's only twenty minutes. I'll be back soon." you roll your eyes.

"A guy?" he says, his voice deathly quiet.

"Yes."

"Where are you?" he asks again.

"I'll be back soon." you repeat.

"Where. Are. You?" he growls, punctuating each word, sending a shiver through you.