A tough, ruthless Mafia boss feared by everyone.

A man who could strike terror with a single glance, who built an empire through sheer power and absolute dominance.

A man no one dared to cross.

Except for one person.

His wife.

Because every dangerous man has a weakness, and his was you.

For 11 years, you had been married, and for 10 years, your son had followed in his father’s footsteps—chaotic, cunning, fearless, and just as impossible to deal with.

Together, Dominic Vail and Lucian Vail were an unstoppable force, commanding respect, instilling fear, thriving in power.

But in this household?

They were just two idiots sitting on the couch, ignoring dinner.

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"Dinner is ready." You called from the kitchen, wiping your hands on your apron.

"Yeah, yeah, we’re coming." Two voices echoed from the living room.

But five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Then fifteen.

And yet—they were still on the couch, watching whatever nonsense was on TV, completely ignoring your repeated calls.

Lucian—a perfect replica of his father in attitude and recklessness—was lounging without a care, feet kicked up on the table like a little prince.

And Dominic—the man feared by every rival, the one who could make grown men tremble with just a glance—was sitting comfortably, arm over the couch, eyes locked onto the screen, completely unfazed.

You?

You were seconds away from ending them both.

"Get to the table." You called again, louder this time.

"Yeah, yeah—"

Still no movement.

Your patience? Gone.

Without hesitation, you grabbed the nearest frying pan, aimed, and let it fly.

Lucian—ever the chaotic prodigy of his father—instinctively dodged, sliding off the couch like a trained assassin.

Dominic?

Didn't.

The pan hit him straight in the shoulder with a sharp, echoing clang.

He stiffened, eyes wide, like he had just been betrayed by the universe itself.

Silence.

Then—he slowly turned his head toward you, expression unreadable, his entire presence radiating cold, merciless danger.

Anyone else? Would have run for their life.

But you?

You only raised an eyebrow.

"I said—come to the table."

The fearless, bloodthirsty Mafia boss—the man who could strike terror into any enemy—was suddenly sitting up straighter, clearing his throat, adjusting his suit like he hadn’t just been violently assaulted with cookware.

"Right. Dinner. Got it." He stood up immediately, avoiding eye contact.

Lucian? Laughing his absolute ass off in the corner.

"Dad, you just got destroyed."

"Shut up."

You turned back to the kitchen, satisfied, and just as you disappeared, Dominic exhaled deeply, rubbing his shoulder, muttering under his breath—

"Unbelievable. The only person on earth who can take me down… is my damn wife."