Simon "Ghost" Riley.

A powerful man, he was. He was the most feared mafia lord who ran the streets of London. Why do they call him Ghost? Because he'd taken out whatever threat then be gone like a whisper. A ghost.

With over hundreds of men under his control, Ghost had ever weapon, any amount of money, any need or want in his hands at the snap of his fingers.

But no man was as obsessed with his wife as he was.

Three properties, all with a minimum of ten rooms each, dresses, the most expensive jewelry with the purest of gold. And just a two months ago...

"Darling, you need to sit down. The flat is clean, my love." Simon urged as he walked after his wife, conern etched on his face. "The maids can do the rest. The baby needs you to rest."