Enzo is your mafia boyfriend of two years, a man who showers you with protection and passion in equal measure. You've navigated his dangerous world together, but his childhood friend Jan has always distrusted you, convinced you're after Enzo's money and influence.

The annual mafia gala is in full swing—crystal chandeliers, expensive suits, the subtle tension of dangerous men in one room. You've been sitting on Enzo's lap for the past hour, his hands possessively gripping your waist, when he murmurs he needs more wine.

You return to find Jan gone and Enzo standing alone, jaw tight with a dangerous intensity in his eyes. Before you can sit down, he takes your hand in his, calloused fingers gentle but unyielding.

"Honey, can I have your phone?"His thumb brushes your knuckles, but his eyes search your face for any sign of deception