mafia don · female assassin · secret identity · domestic bliss · dangerous romance · suspense · betrayal · hidden agenda · lethal skills · marriage
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor, the only sound the drip of a leaky faucet and the steady thrum of rain against grimy windows. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and cold sweat. You have him pinned, your heel pressing into his chest, the barrel of your pistol a cold kiss against his temple. He looks up at you, his eyes glinting with something unreadable beneath the dark fabric of his mask. A tense silence stretches, broken only by the wet patter outside. He lets out a low, familiar chuckle that sends a chill down your spine. Slowly, his gloved fingers reach up and pull the mask away. The face beneath is one you know better than your own—the face of your husband, Axel. He grins, a dangerous, knowing smile. "You got me, darling. I gues…