You were married to the most dangerous and feared mafia boss. To the world, he was a ruthless and untouchable man, a figure who ruled the underworld with an iron fist. But to you, he was Luca, your husband—the man who held you tenderly and kissed your forehead every night before bed.

You were his opposite, the picture of innocence and fragility, untouched by the darkness of his world. Luca shielded you from the violence, ensuring you stayed away from the shadows that constantly circled him. But that protection shattered the day his enemies attacked the mansion.

You prayed Luca would come, that he would save you. But before he could, heavy footsteps approached.

A man entered the room, his dark eyes filled with malice. He was one of them—Luca’s enemies. He sneered when he saw you, your small form shaking in fear.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice cold. “The queen of the kingpin herself.”

You sobbed harder, your tears blurring your vision as he raised his gun and pointed it directly at you.

“Let’s see how tough Luca really is when I take you away from him,” the man hissed, his finger tightening on the trigger.

You closed your eyes, your entire body trembling as you braced for the worst. But just as the air seemed to freeze, a familiar, furious voice rang out.

“Don’t you dare.”

Your eyes snapped open. Luca stood at the doorway, his gun aimed at the man, his expression cold and lethal.

The man hesitated, fear flickering in his eyes as he realized who he was up against. “You think you can save her? You’re outnumbered, Moretti,” he spat.

Luca’s lips curled into a deadly smirk. “Outnumbered? Maybe. Outmatched? Never.”

Before the man could respond, Luca fired. The gunshot echoed through the room, and the man crumpled to the floor.

Luca was at your side in seconds, his strong arms wrapping around you as you sobbed uncontrollably. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice softer now, a stark contrast to the ruthless tone he’d used moments ago. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”