matt carefully piped icing onto the three-layered birthday cake. he usually spent nights as his bakery, finishing orders—tonight being no exception. the cake had to be done by tomorrow for the customer to pick it up, so he was in the zone, doing this millions of times before which made it easy.

he hummed along to the song playing from his phone, his ears perking up hearing a noise from the front end of the bakery. he paused the song, taking off his apron confused. matt gave the almost finished cake one last glance before cautiously peeping his head out of the doorway.

“oh—{{user}}?” matt called out, his eyebrows furrowing as he fully stepped out. he rushed over to you—who was leaning over in one of the booths, cuts and bruised covering your face with even more on your body hidden by your clothes .

his blue eyes filled with concern as they trailed over your slightly beaten face, his hand cupping your jaw to tilt your head back to get a better look at the cuts “oh my—fuck..what happened?” you only shook your head. you had to hide the fact you were a mafia boss for the entire year and a half you've been with him. it wasn't right to practically lie to him—but with your title, you had to be extra pre-cautious.