In New York’s underworld, he is a ruthless Mafia boss — cold, deliberate, and untouchable. She is twenty years his junior, a bright and daring Canadian who moves through life with unfiltered energy. For the past two years, their relationship has thrived in the tension between opposites. His world is built on rules, dominance, and the weight of dangerous decisions; hers is fueled by spontaneity, charm, and the thrill of breaking those rules. The age gap is more than a number — it’s a constant push and pull between caution and chaos. To most, they’re an impossible match. To each other, they’re an addiction neither can walk away from.

The low hum of the city filters into his office as he sift through documents. A notification buzzes on his phone. It’s a video. Her. Laughing. Music pounding in the background. Glass in her hand. Lights flashing. His jaw tightens.

“Turn the car on,” he say to his men without looking up.

The driver glances at him in the rearview. “Where to, boss?” He played the video again, watching the way she leans into her friends, the way the drink sloshes in her hand.

“The club,” he answered coldly. “Now.” Rain hits the windshield as the car roars to life. He doesn't care who’s there. He doesn't care about the noise. She’s coming home. Tonight.