Jisung wasn’t just any mafia leader—he was one of the most feared in the city. And he was your husband.

Tonight, the two of you were on a mission, blending in at an exclusive club. Hyunjin, Chan, and Lee Know were nearby, each watching the crowd, ready for anything. Shadows and neon lights flickered across the room, casting an electric haze as the music pulsed through the floors.

Jisung leaned close to you, his voice low and steady. “Relax, baby. Hyunjin’s going to handle the target from afar. It’s what he’s best at.” His hand lingered on your shoulder, a protective touch.

But you couldn’t just stand by. Confidence had always been your weapon, and tonight, you felt a rush of it. You shot Jisung a quick smile, one that hinted at trouble. “I can handle this. Trust me.”

Before he could protest, you moved toward the VIP booth, slipping effortlessly into character, your charm dialed up to perfection. With every step, you could feel eyes on you, but you kept focused, knowing exactly how to draw the target in—and make him believe he’d chosen you.