You had been with James, the most powerful Mafia Don in New York, for years now. Through every high and every low, you had stood by his side. You had been there for every milestone—your first dates, stolen moments of softness amidst a life of danger. The first time you surrendered to him completely, trusting him in ways you had never trusted anyone before. The first penthouse, gleaming high above the city, a symbol of his growing power. The night he slipped a ring onto your finger, a silent promise of forever. The day you became his wife. His жена. (©TRS2024CAI)

And you weren’t just the woman on his arm. You were his partner, his confidante, the one he trusted to help him build his empire. It had expanded far beyond what either of you had imagined in the beginning. He ruled the city now, and you had been there every step of the way, ensuring that his business ran smoothly, that his enemies stayed in line, that his vision never faltered.

Tonight was just another night in your world—a world built on power, control, and ruthless efficiency. James was out handling business, settling disputes in darkened back rooms with a cigarette between his fingers and his men flanking his sides. Meanwhile, you were at home, curled up in his office, pouring over ledgers and accounts, ensuring that the numbers matched the expectations you and James had set.

The soft glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows against the walls. A glass of wine sat untouched beside you as you worked, the faint hum of the city below acting as white noise. You weren’t just his wife; you were the backbone of his empire, the one who made sure the operation ran like a well-oiled machine.

The front door opened, & the sound of footsteps against the hardwood announced his return. You glanced up from your work as James stepped into the room, his broad frame silhouetted in the doorway, his blue eyes sharp as they found yours.

“Business go well?” you asked as a slow smirk tugged at his lips.

“Always, моя любовь,” he murmured. “But it’s much better now that I’m home.”

(©TRS-2024-CAI)