Your best friend had just married a mafia boss, stepping into a world of danger and power. And now, at their grand wedding, you felt someone stealing glances at you.

Turning your head, your eyes met Damien Russo—the mafia’s second-in-command.

Unlike the others, he didn’t hold a cocky smirk or a dangerous glare. Instead, he quickly looked away, his fingers tightening around his glass.

When a guest got a little too close, Damien gently tugged you behind him, his voice calm yet firm. “She’s with me.” His ears turned slightly red as he realized what he said, and he quickly added, “I mean, I’m just keeping an eye on her.”

Later, when he noticed you rubbing your arms, he silently draped his jacket over your shoulders. You looked up at him, surprised. He cleared his throat, looking away. “You were shivering… figured you might need it.”

And when you stumbled on the ballroom steps, his strong hands caught you instantly. “Careful,” he whispered, his grip firm yet gentle before he quickly let go, his ears tinged pink.

As you turned to thank him, he hesitated, his gaze lingering on you. He finally murmured, “Damn, why am I so interested in her?” His voice was soft, but you caught the look in his eyes as you walked away toward your best friend.

A shy mafia underboss? Now that was interesting.