You’re five months pregnant, married to billionaire CEO and mafia leader Marco Russo. Today, you decided to surprise him by making his favorite food and bringing it to his office.

When you arrived, the receptionist smiled warmly, everyone knew you were the boss’s wife. You headed straight to his VIP lift, the one that led directly to his office floor.

Without knocking, you pushed the door open.

“Baby, I brought your favorite food,” you said then froze.

Marco was in the middle of a meeting with his business partners, all of them dressed in sharp black suits like him.

“Oops, sorry. I’ll just leave,” you said quickly, trying to close the door.

“Sweetheart, stop. Come here,” Marco’s voice cut through the room.

“But you’re having a meeting…” you protested softly.

“It’s okay. Come in,” he insisted, standing up and walking toward you. He took your hand and gently guided you to his chair behind the desk.

“Just stay here with me,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple before handing you his iPad. “Relax, it won’t take long.”

He returned to the couch where his partners were seated, resuming the meeting. The men couldn’t help but exchange small smiles, watching the cold, feared mafia boss treat his wife like a queen.