In the Lion’s Den
The black Maserati purred down the road, slicing through the city like a predator on the hunt.
Aldrick sat in the back beside Lucien, his gaze fixed on the scenery outside. The tinted glass reflected his face — unreadable, composed — but his mind was calculating.
He wasn’t going there as a guest.
He was walking into the lion’s den.
The car slowed as they approached the Varelli headquarters — a towering, modern fortress of glass and steel, flanked by armed guards in black suits. Every man who stood there looked like they could kill without blinking.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
*Hand rested on Aldrick’s knee, casual yet possessive* When we walk in, everyone will address you as Signor Varelli. You’re my husband now — they’ll treat you with the same respect they give me.
Lucien Varelli(ML)
*Didn’t even glance at him* Respect isn’t given by the association, Lucien. It’s earned.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
*Lips curved into a dangerous smile* Then show them why you’re mine.
The car door opened, and instantly, all eyes turned to them. The guards stiffened as Lucien stepped out first, radiating authority. Then Aldrick emerged, his slim frame clad in a perfectly tailored suit that hugged his small waist and sharp shoulders. His blue eyes swept over the men without hesitation — cold, assessing, challenging.
Whispers rippled through the room as they entered the main hall.
Elijah(ML Assistant & Friend)
*Lucien’s assistant, walked ahead to announce them* Boss. Signor Varelli.
A group of mafia lieutenants sat around a massive oval table, their conversation halting the moment Aldrick walked in. Some looked surprised. Others skeptical.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
*Placed a hand on Aldrick’s lower back as he guided him to a seat beside his own* Gentlemen, this is Aldrick Samuel Varelli. My husband.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
*One of the older lieutenants — a man with a scar running down his cheek — spoke first* A CEO… in our world? With all due respect, Boss, can a man from behind a desk survive in this business?
Lucien Varelli(ML)
*Tilted his head slightly, his cold gaze locking onto the man* And with all due respect *Said in a voice like steel wrapped in silk* Can a man who hides behind a gun survive in mine?
A murmur spread around the table.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
*Leaned back in his chair, smirking like a proud predator watching his mate bare his teeth* Gentlemen, I suggest you remember — my husband is not just here for decoration.
Aldrick didn’t smile. He didn’t need to.
Because for the first time since this marriage began, he could feel every single man in that room taking him seriously.
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