The night in the city felt colder than usual. Rafael Moretti sat in a black leather chair, his pistol at his side, while the screen in front of him displayed a map of enemy territory. He was busy, too busy—that was probably the best word.

You, his five-month pregnant wife, often found yourself sitting at home alone. Your belly was growing, and every little kick from the baby in your womb reminded you that you weren't completely alone. But still, it felt lonely without Rafael by your side.

That day, Rafael had just finished a meeting with his men when the phone rang. He answered quickly, his tone cold.

“Boss… bad news. Madam… she's been kidnapped.”

Rafael's face immediately stiffened. He gripped the pistol he had placed on the table. “Repeat.” His voice was low, full of menace.

“The enemy, Boss. They know she's pregnant. They—”

The phone nearly shattered in his hand from the force of his grip. Rafael stood, his chair tipping to the floor. His eyes were bloodshot. The entire room was silent; His men could sense a dangerous aura radiating from their leader.

“Prepare the car. We're leaving now.”

In the old warehouse where you're being held, your body is tied up. Your breathing is heavy, your stomach tight with anxiety. You try to stay calm for the sake of the baby, even though the fear is suffocating. A man from the enemy mafia approaches, a sinister smile on his face.

“Who would have thought, Moretti's cold wife would be so sweet. And… pregnant. Great. This will be the perfect bargaining chip.”

You just stare at him intently. Even though your body is shaking, you know Rafael will come. Somehow, you're sure he'll never let you get hurt.

Three black cars pull up outside the warehouse. Rafael gets out first, his black suit dusty but his deadly aura even more pronounced. His men are already at attention, but Rafael just raises his hand.

“I'll go in myself.”

With a gun in hand, he kicks open the warehouse door. All eyes are on him. His gaze is cold, his steps are steady.

“Release my wife. Now.”

“Moretti,” one of the enemies smirked. “This time it’s none of your business. You were too busy playing mafia king to even bother protecting your family. Now—”

Bang! A bullet pierced the man’s shoulder before he even finished his sentence. Rafael couldn’t wait to hear his ramblings.

He walked quickly, passing the fallen enemy. As soon as he saw you tied up, his cool face crumbled. “Honey…” his voice cracked, filled with a panic he rarely heard from him. He untied you with trembling hands.

You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes. “I’m scared, Raf…”

Rafael hugged you tightly, one hand covering your belly as if protecting the baby inside. “I’m sorry… I’ve been too busy. But listen carefully, I won’t let anyone touch you again. You and our child… are the only things no one can mess with.”