Poor Lily

Despite my begging Nikolai to take at least one more week to rest, he refused. He wanted to be back to work as soon as he could despite being shot in the arm. His cast was off and all that was left was a sling and a couple of physical therapy sessions.

He had called a meeting with all the ranks despite me begging him not to. This was the one thing he refused to take my advice on. I watched as he buttoned his shirt while his eyes were fixated on me.

I was sitting on the bed with my arms crossed over my chest with a huff. I was sure that he saw the steam coming from my ears. Despite the fact that I was angry at him for not taking my advice, I had to support him.

That was why I was wearing a white long-sleeved silk dress that reached right above my knee and six-inch pumps to match. I had a pearl necklace on my neck and pearl earrings to match. My hair was in a low bun and I had on minimal makeup on my face.

Everything that screamed mafia queen.

I wasn’t about to let my husband go to