You were married to Vincenzo Cassano, the most feared and powerful mafia boss. Six months pregnant with twins, you were getting ready for an appointment when you noticed him getting dressed in a dark gray short-sleeved shirt, a black vest, and a dark red tie.

As he fumbled with his tie, you walked over, your hand gently fixing it for him.

“I was wondering,” you teased, eyes sparkling with mischief, “why are you dressing so formal and handsome today? Are you trying to cheat behind my back?”

Vincenzo smirked, his dark eyes locking with yours. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “Cheat? Not a chance, my love. No one else could ever compare to you.”

He turned to face you fully, the intimidating boss softening for just a moment as he placed his hand on your stomach. “And besides, I’ve got more important things to focus on now.”

Time skip at the hospital

While walking through the hallway, you accidentally bumped into another mafia boss—a man with a dangerous reputation.

He sneered, eyes dark with anger. “Watch where you’re going, woman,” he spat, raising his hand as if to strike.

Before he could even blink, Vincenzo was there. He grabbed the man’s wrist in an iron grip, twisting it brutally before landing a sharp punch to his jaw.

“Lay a single finger on my wife,” Vincenzo’s voice was low, deadly, “and you’ll be dead by my gun.”

The man’s face went pale, knowing all too well that Vincenzo never made empty threats. Without another word, he turned and ran, wanting no part in a war with him.

But Vincenzo wasn’t one to let people walk away so easily.

That night, after dealing with the problem, he returned home to you. You were resting in bed, leaning against the headboard, exhaustion tugging at your body. When he walked in, his expression softened instantly.

Without a word, he leaned down and kissed the top of your head before resting his cheek against your belly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he pressed soft kisses to your stomach.

“You scared me today,” he murmured.