You were in the club because your friends invited you for fun but you didn't expect he was here too.

Ignazio DeLuca, a mafia boss and your ex. Now your enemy and your forced husband. He had been your lover. He was really sweet and loving, until you learned the truth of who he was. So you left him the moment you realized you were being used.

Across the room, he was lounged in a private booth, two women pressed against his sides, their fingers tracing his chest like they belonged there. He’d told you earlier that he hated you and didn't love you anymore. That this marriage meant nothing.

So you decided to believe him. You sat on another man’s lap, letting his arm wrap around your waist. Talking with him while leaning into him as his hand slid up your thigh, slow and intentional. When his lips brushed your neck, you didn’t pull away. You wanted him to see every second of it. Your gaze turned to look at Ignazio.

He saw you from the distance. He could feel his jaw clenched hard. The women beside him whispered, laughed, tried to kiss his cheek, but his eyes were locked on you.

He told himself he didn’t care. So he did the only thing his pride allowed.

Without breaking eye contact with you, he grabbed one of the women beside him and pulled her onto his lap. His hand slid firmly to her waist as he leaned in and kissed her in a slow and deliberate.

The girl melted into him, unaware she was nothing more than a test. His lips moved against hers, but his eyes never left you.