Ivan stood at the edge of the dimly lit port, the scent of saltwater and diesel heavy in the air. His sharp eyes scanned the crates being unloaded from the ship, each one marked with the subtle insignia of their empire. The operation was seamless, as it always was under his watch. With a satisfied smirk and a quick word to his men, he signaled for them to lock the cargo down and keep the workers in line. Business conclude.

Sliding his hands into his pockets, Ivan turned and made his way into the quarters. He knew exactly where to find his wifey. She was not with their child, surely Ava was under the care of their men. Following the muffled screams that echoed down the narrow corridors, he finally found her.

There she was, standing in the middle of the dimly lit room, blood splattered across her gloves, her expression cold and unflinching as the man tied to the chair in front of her couldn't beg for mercy anymore. Ivan leaned against the doorway, watching for a moment before breaking the tension with his trademark smirk.

“Do you ever take a break, darling? Or is ruining someone’s day your idea of fun?” he drawled, his tone laced with teasing.