Mafia Husband Gone Mad

I turned to meet Tony’s searching gaze and calmly lowered my phone.

“A distant niece got betrayed by her boyfriend.”

Tony studied my face closely.

Only when he confirmed there was nothing unusual did he relax. Then, he pulled me into his arms, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“Claire, don’t worry. I’ll be the best husband. I’ll never let you down.”

I leaned against his solid chest, listening to the heartbeat I knew so well yet felt so unfamiliar.

My voice was quiet as I asked, “What if? What if one day you do betray me?”

Tony’s arms tightened instantly, almost enough to break bones.

“There is no if.” His voice was firm. “You’re the only one I love.”

“I’m saying if,” I repeated, unwilling to drop it.

He fell silent. His warm breath brushed against my ear, carrying a gentle cruelty.

“Then punish me. Make me search to the ends of the earth for you, and still never find you.

“Claire, you are my only weakness. My lifeline. Without you, how am I supposed to live?”

I smiled, though it didn’t reach my eyes.

Well, Tony's punishment was already on its way.

In three days, I would make him beg for mercy, and he would lose his life completely.

Just then, a clear, sweet female voice sounded, “Mr. Gambino, what you requested is ready.”

It was Sasha, my so-called personal assistant, and Tony’s new favorite toy.

She was wearing a server’s uniform and holding a tray, standing respectfully a short distance away. Her posture was modest and professional, completely different from the “wild in bed” charm Tony had spoken of earlier.

Tony only gave her a brief nod and waved her off.

Watching how seamlessly they coordinated, I felt only disgust.

A mafia heir and his kept mistress. With such excellent acting skills as theirs, it was a pity they didn’t break into the entertainment industry.

If not for that hidden phone, I might have believed I was living in a fairy tale until the day I died.

Tony suddenly covered my eyes with his palm, his voice low and coaxing.

“Claire, close your eyes. Your birthday surprise is here.”

“Five… four… three…”

When the last number fell, he removed his hand.

There were no fireworks or roses.

Instead, one of his most trusted men was kneeling on one knee, holding out a velvet box with both hands.

Inside was a silver Browning handgun, inlaid with small diamonds, glittering cold and bright under the light.

Tony wrapped his arms around me from behind and guided my hand to lift the gun.

“Claire, from today on, you share my power. This gun is your scepter. If anyone disrespects you, kill them with this.”

I lowered my eyes to the gun, slightly dazed.

Five years ago, he held me the same way while giving me a cup of warm milk, saying he would protect me forever.

Now, here he was giving me a gun, saying we would share his power.

Tony turned me around and looked at me with deep affection. Just as he was about to kiss me, his phone rang.

He frowned, irritation flashing in his eyes.

“I told them no interruptions tonight.”

However, the moment he saw the screen, his expression froze for a split second.

From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed the caller ID. There was no name, just a bright, conspicuous heart symbol.

Tony cleared his throat lightly and turned off the screen without a word, but his fingers were tapping something inside his pocket.

I clearly saw the brief spark of desire in his eyes.

How expected.

When he looked up again, his expression was full of guilt.

“Claire, I’m sorry. I know it’s your birthday, and I should stay with you. But something urgent came up with the family…”

Not wanting to hear his clumsy excuses, I cut him off.

“Go. Business is important.”

Tony clearly felt relieved. Usually, he would kiss me deeply before leaving. This time, he only brushed a quick kiss against my forehead before striding away.

I stood where I was, watching his back disappear down the hallway. Then I turned and walked toward the villa’s surveillance room.