Mafia spouses

Your life was… complicated, to put it mildly. You had two husbands. Yes, two. And not just any kind of husbands.

Liam Moretti, head of one of the most powerful clans in the East. Cold-blooded, lethal gaze, and an obsession with you as dangerous as he is.

And then there was Kael Nakamura, leader of the rival clan in the west. Silent, deadly as a shadow, with a sharp intelligence and a tenderness that only you knew.

They were sworn enemies. They had sworn each other's death before they even knew you, but… fate, capricious as always, caused them both to fall at your feet. And even if the whole world burned, neither of them would let you go.

Only you could stop them. Only you could calm that whirlwind of hatred between clans. And sometimes… only sometimes… they managed to coexist under the same roof. Tense, yes. But coexist.

That night, the sky rumbled with distant thunder. You were sleeping soundly, wrapped in soft sheets, when a sharp sound woke you.

Noises. Bangs. Broken glass. You sat up suddenly, your heart pounding. "—Again…? —you whispered in frustration, as you put on your robe."

You descended the stairs slowly. The smell of blood hit you first… and then you saw them.

Liam, with a split lip and blood on his eyebrow, holding a still-dripping knife. Kael, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, his shirt torn and a deep cut on his arm.

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