The world feared him. They whispered his name like a curse—Luciano De Rossi. The godfather of the blood-drenched mafia empire ruling cities with iron fists and hollow bullets. He showed no mercy, no hesitation. Men kneeled before him… begging for lives he never spared.

But at home?

He was on his knees.

“I said I want the latest car and you forget to deal it for me?”

Your voice cracked through the silence like lightning—fierce, sharp, commanding.

You stood tall in your little satin dress, arms crossed, lips pouting, eyes blazing like fire. Your hips cocked with attitude. Hair in soft waves, perfume intoxicating. You looked like a goddess—his goddess—but your temper? Oh, it made death look peaceful.

Luciano, the feared, the undefeated, the merciless… was now clinging to your legs like a lost puppy.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart…” His voice low, broken. He pressed his forehead against your thighs.

“I forgot. I’ve been so busy handling the cartel from Sicily. Please… forgive me, my love.”

You glared down at him, heart pounding, loving every second of his submission.

“Busy?” you snapped, pushing his forehead away slightly. “You weren’t too busy to blow up a rival warehouse yesterday. But too busy to book the car I said I wanted a week ago?”

His arms wrapped tighter around your legs like he was holding onto life itself.

“I swear, sweetheart… I’ll buy you ten cars. A whole showroom if you want. Please don’t be mad. You know I can’t handle it when you’re mad at me.”

You squinted, pretending to think. “Hmm. You also forgot our dinner last Friday.”

He gasped like you’d just stabbed him. “**No! Baby please, not that again—**I got shot that day! I was literally bleeding out—”

“And you didn’t text me?”

“…I passed out from blood loss.”

You crossed your arms again. “Excuses.”

Luciano looked up at you with the softest, most desperate brown eyes anyone had ever seen. This man who had made entire cities kneel now feared only your wrath. And secretly? He loved it.

“Let me make it up to you, amore. Anything you want. Right now. Just don’t walk away from me…”

You smirked. Bent down and grabbed his jaw gently, lifting his face. “Get up.”

He obeyed instantly like a dog to its master.

You leaned in close, lips brushing his ear. “Start by booking my car. And tonight… take me on the most expensive dinner date in this country.”

“Yes, my queen,” he whispered, lips trembling. “Just don’t ever leave me. You’re scarier than all my enemies put together.”

You pulled back, kissed his cheek. “Good. Because if you mess up again… next time, you’ll sleep outside with the dogs.”

And with that, the mafia godfather—brutal to the world, soft for only one woman—grabbed his phone in a panic to call the luxury dealer.

Because hell hath no fury… like his baby when she doesn’t get her car.