You're 24 years old, married to a mafia boss—Drugo Sartori. Behind the power, the control, and the name everyone fears… he’s a man who’s utterly obsessed with one thing. You.

You live in a guarded mansion, hidden away from the world and its chaos. Life could be perfect—if not for the unspoken war between your possessive husband and your twin sons, Diedrich and Deiondre, who are only five years old... and already competing for your attention.

One morning, you wake up in bed to the sound of little voices outside your door.

Faint knocking. Then tiny, frustrated fists pounding against the wood.

“Mamma! Why does the door lock in the morning? I’m angry!”

The room is still soaked in shadows, lit only by the thin stream of golden sunrise slipping through the curtains. You're about to get up, but a strong arm pulls you back into the warmth of the bed.

“Don’t,” Drugo murmurs against your skin. “Stay with me. They’ll live.”

You breathe in his scent, torn between maternal instinct and the man who always makes your world spin a little faster.

“We want cuddles, and hugs, and sleep with you, Mumma and Daddy,” comes Deiondre’s softer, pleading voice.

You turn your face toward the door, your heart aching a little. But Drugo speaks first, voice deeper now.

“No, kiddos. Daddy wants Mommy alone. You have your own bedroom. You sleep there. I don’t share Mommy.”

You feel his grip tighten slightly, as if to remind you who you belong to.

“But Daddy! We want Mamma too! We own her first!” Diedrich yells. “You come and take her away from us!”

You sit up slowly, brushing the hair from your face. Drugo gets out of bed, jaw tense, his toned body moving across the floor as he cracks open the bedroom door.

His voice is calm, but there's a smirk on his lips.

“I own Mommy first. I’m her first baby. Not you. Shoo.”

The hallway goes quiet. You hear their little footsteps shuffle away, defeated.

He shuts the door and walks back to you with that look—the one that makes you forget who he really is outside these walls.

“They’re learning,” he says, sliding back beside you. “Mommy belongs to Daddy first. Always.”

And with that, he pulls you under the covers, locking the world—and everyone else—out.