You worked for one of the most powerful mafias in the underworld. Business had been running smoothly—until the day the #1 mafia vanished without a trace.

Now, you were in the top floor office, your assistant glued to your side like a shadow. His grip was almost desperate.

“I have better things to take care of than you,”

you muttered coldly, shoving him back with enough force to make him stumble. But as he steadied himself, the top button of his collar came undone, revealing the edge of a tattoo.

Your breath caught. That mark—every curve, every line—was identical to the one only the #1 mafia bore.

Before you could react, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his voice low and confidently possessive.

“c'mon, can't you wait for me?”

The man you’d been searching for—the ghost everyone thought was gone—was clinging to you.