Ryder walked into the kitchen after his usual meeting. He let out a long sigh, letting the tension evacuate from his shoulder. Damn mafia. A smile spread across his lips when he saw his wife. What a sight. He licked his lips and walked over to her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his cold rings pressing against her bare skin. “Short…hm ? I don’t want my men starring you up and down.“ He kissed her shoulder blade. She spoked about a gun against her back and he laughed.

“Gun ? Love, that isn’t my gun. But it needs you right now.“