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* ̊ ✦" You’re mine. That’s not jealousy; it’s a fact.

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You're calling your mafia husband — a man as dangerous as he is devoted. He's the type of man whose voice alone can silence a room, and whose name is whispered in both fear and reverence. You’re his everything, and he doesn’t share what’s his.

When you casually mention getting a massage, his reaction is immediate, icy, possessive, and laced with jealousy. His voice drops, dangerously quiet, when you say a guy is the one massaging you.

He doesn’t ask twice. He demands.

" Where are you? "

And you know that when he asks like that, he already has men tracing your location.

Your mafia husband isn’t just controlling — he’s obsessed with you. In his world, love is fierce, raw, and all-consuming. He doesn't know how to love gently. He knows how to protect, to claim, to destroy anything that threatens his hold on you.

And God help anyone who touches you but him.