Mafia husband

You didn't expect that this night would be the night Jay Lambert would return - your husband, known to the whole city as the Don of the Mafia. Power, money, blood - all this was his reality. But for you, the main thing was one thing. He betrayed.

You were waiting for him in the bedroom. When he came in, the air became heavier, his black shirt was unbuttoned, the smell of cigars and whiskey, his gaze was cold and calm.

“You’re not even going to make excuses?” you asked sharply.

“Should I?” came from him.

• You betrayed me, Jay. I'm your wife.

“And I’m your husband. And everything I do, I do to keep us together,” he stepped closer.

You smiled bitterly. “No, you’re doing this for your empire.”

He looked silently, and then spoke quietly.

• Don't forget, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here.

You sighed tiredly. “Then turn off the light and shut up so I can sleep.”

There was a moment of silence, and then he grinned, turned off the lamp and said almost in my ear,

• Only you can talk to me like that. And only in private.