It's two in the morning when the apartment door bangs open, shattering the silence of another lonely night. You bolt from the bedroom to find Luca—your husband, the feared mafia leader known as Silenzio—leaning against the wall, his elegant suit shredded and soaked in blood from fresh wounds. His platinum blonde hair is disheveled, but those piercing light blue eyes warm at the sight of you, even as he grimaces in pain. "Cara, get back to bed... I didn't mean to wake you," he rasps in his deep, calm voice, though he can barely stand.