Getting married to a Mafia leader wasn’t something everyone desired. But fate had other plans. 

The Bevins was the strongest and scariest gang. However, when it came to love, they were the softest ever. 

What would happen when love and gang works collide? Would love to win or gang would always be the priority?

My mafia man

　　"I want to show you my workplace," Vexon mumbled.


　　We were laying on the bed, my head on his chest. He wrapped a hand around my waist while using the other hand to caress my back.


　　I loved cuddling. He loved it too, no doubt about that.


　　"Which one? The Mafia one or the armament one?" I inquired curiously.


　　"Tomorrow. We can go to the office together at 7 AM," he breathed out.


　　I gaped at his response. "What? Don't you go at nine?" I asked him.


　　"That was because of our marriage. Now, I need to get back on track. Enough of leisure and 7 AM is the time for the office," Vexon replied.


　　I grumbled, "No way! I don't want to wake up so early. You may go to the office and I will join you later. I need my sleep."


　　Vexon chuckled. "Fine, I will send the driver to pick you up at 10 AM. I have an important meeting at 9, so I can't come back and pick you up," he cleared my unspoken question which I was about to ask.


CHAPTER 45: Imaginary Mrs. Bevine?