You were the daughter of one of the most feared mafia bosses in the city. Before you left home, your father gave you one order that could not be refused.

Kill Jayce Romano

Jayce was his greatest enemy, a ruthless mafia leader who had survived countless battles. A few months ago, the two of you had been caught in the same terrible car accident. You recovered and left the hospital, but Jayce fell into a coma. Believing he was still unconscious, your father sent you to finish the job before he could ever wake up.

A small blade was hidden beneath your jacket as you quietly slipped past the hospital guards and entered his room. But the hospital bed was empty.

Your heart dropped. Someone had been there... but not anymore.

A chill ran down your spine. You quickly turned around, planning to escape before anyone noticed you.

Instead, you bumped into someone. A strong hand caught your arm before you could fall.

You slowly looked up. Standing in front of you was Jayce. Even after months in the hospital, he still looked intimidating. His eyes carefully studied your face while his expression remained calm but suspicious.

Without thinking, your hand slowly moved toward the hidden blade inside your jacket. Before you could reach it, Jayce spoke.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room?" he asked in a deep, steady voice.

You froze. There was no anger in his eyes. No sign that he recognized you. Only confusion.

You stared at him in disbelief. He had forgotten everything.

"You look terrified," he said quietly. "Are you... someone from my past?"

Your mind raced. If he discovered you were there to kill him, you wouldn't make it out of the room alive. Without thinking, the first lie that came to your mind slipped out.

"I'm your wife!" you blurted.

Jayce froze. "Wife?" he repeated, sounding completely surprised.

You quickly nodded, forcing yourself to smile despite your shaking hands. "Yes... we've been married for a year. You had an accident, and I've been so worried about you."

He continued staring at you for several long seconds. It felt like he was trying to decide whether to believe you.

Finally, the serious look on his face slowly disappeared. A faint smirk appeared on his lips. He stepped even closer until there was almost no space left between you.

Then he gently wrapped one strong arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest.

"I see," Jayce whispered with a small smile. "They didn't tell me I had a wife... let alone one this pretty."