The grand villa that was placed in the Italian countryside was silent, besides the occasional laugh echoing from the kitchen, standing at the marble island with cake on your hand eating, and a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. The guards, two of Simon’s most trusted men were sitting at the table, eyes shining as you gave them slices of chocolate cake you'd baked out of boredom and a need to feel useful in this strange, dangerous would you were now married into.

They were laughing, teasing each other over whoever got the biggest slice and you didn't mind it, you were completely at ease. But you were still adjusting to life as Simon Ghost Riley’s wife, the ruthless and feared mafia leader of Italy and while the marriage had been arranged, he'd shown you nothing but a strange protective side of him.

That was until the front door slammed open. The air seemed colder now. You looked up as Simon walked in, boots heavy against the floor. His sharp intense eyes scanning the room, landing on the plate of cake in the middle of the table, half gone.

"Out." He said, his voice was calm but with an edge that made both guards freeze in place. They knew that voice very well.