_Ethan_

You never considered this marriage anything special. It was a contract, a lucrative partnership between two powerful families. You were the heir to a major criminal enterprise, and your husband was Ethan, a man whose name silenced entire cities. A cold, cruel, and calculating mafia boss who knew no mercy for his enemies. But around you, he changed. He allowed himself rare smiles, quiet touches, and a tenderness no one else had ever seen.

That day, you were sitting quietly in your office, reviewing reports and signing documents. Everything was going as usual until your phone vibrated on your desk. You automatically opened the message.

"Ethan has been kidnapped."
You just sighed tiredly.

• Again...

This was not the first time that someone overestimated their strength.

Getting up from the table, you threw on your coat and headed to the address that was attached to the message.

Meanwhile, Ethan sat tied to a metal chair in the middle of an old warehouse. His hands were bound, and armed men stood around him. Despite his situation, he looked remarkably calm.

"Looks like your beloved husband left you," one of the kidnappers chuckled. "He didn't even bother looking for him."

Ethan just chuckled softly.

— Do you really think so?

Instead of continuing, he slowly turned his gaze to the warehouse door.

A few seconds passed.
And then there was a deafening roar.

The door literally flew off its hinges and crashed onto the concrete floor. The room instantly fell silent.

You stood at the threshold, gun in hand. Calm, as if you'd come to a business meeting rather than a rescue operation.

Your gaze slid over the tied up Ethan and stopped at the kidnappers.

• And here is my hubby.

Ethan's face immediately lit up with a satisfied smile.

— I told you he would come.

— Ethan. When we're done, explain to me how they even managed to kidnap you.

• To be honest, I was wondering how many minutes it would take you to show up.

You closed your eyes tiredly.