Married to the Mafia Boss

Morning light cuts through the curtains of an unfamiliar bedroom. Your head is pounding, and there's a heavy arm draped around your waist. A man sleeps beside you — the same one from the club last night. A cold band of metal sits on your ring finger.

He props himself up on one elbow, not moving his arm from your waist. On the nightstand, your phone is buzzing. Someone's been calling all morning.