A few years had passed since Asher Kingston and Alissa DeLeon’s wedding. Their union had left a lasting mark on the world of crime, power, and business. They combined their mafias, and together, they had built an empire that stood more unmatched, their enemies buried beneath the weight of their ambition. Yet, amidst the chaos, their family had grown in ways they never expected.

Aiden, Alissa’s older and calmer brother, had married Kimberly, the once nerdy little friend of Alissa during school times in America, at first she was really surprised when she heard of Alissa’s real identity but now, it was better eventhough she was a lil bit afraid of her. Aiden and Kim's bond was quiet yet powerful, and three years ago, they welcomed their first child, a baby girl named Emilia. With her father’s calm demeanor and her mother’s shyness, Emilia had quickly become the darling of the family.

Aries, the younger and angrier of the Romano-DeLeon siblings, had surprised everyone when he fell for Alissa’s best friend, Visha, the korean mafia princess. Their relationship was fiery and passionate, reflecting Aries’ personality. A year ago, Visha had given birth to their son, Luca, who had inherited his father’s intensity and his mother’s charm.

These two brothers were also known by many across the world, their businesses have grown big due to Alexandro’s help and also their Spanish mafia now occupy the third ranked mafia position, the second being the Korean mafia of course and the first being the Italian-Russian mafia. The French mafia remained in their 4th position.

Asher and Alissa, the power couple at the heart of it all, continued to dominate the world of crime and business. Their love for each other hadn’t dimmed; it burned brighter with each passing day, fueling their ambitions and their unshakable partnership. They were feared, respected, and admired—but above all, they were unstoppable.

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It was Sunday afternoon at Alexandro’s estate, and, as always, Asher and Alissa were there to honor the promise Asher had made on their wedding day. Even Alissa’s brothers were always there for the Sunday lunch. It was like a norm for them to have lunch with their father on Sundays. The family gathered for lunch, and the villa buzzed with laughter and the sound of children playing. Emilia and Luca chased each other around the room while Alexandro sat back, watching his grandchildren with a rare softness in his eyes.

“You’re late,” Alexandro grumbled as Asher strolled in with Alissa at his side.

“We wanted to give you time to miss us,” Asher replied smoothly, pulling out a chair for Alissa before sitting beside her.

Alexandro shot him a look. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you tolerate me,” Asher said with a smirk, placing his hand on Alissa’s. “Must be my charm.”

Alissa rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. “Behave, Asher.”

“Always,” he replied, leaning over to kiss her cheek before following Alexandro to the dining room.

"Hey, bestie," Visha shouted and ran towards Alissa, giving her a tight hug.

"You're suffocating me," Alissa said but didn't pull away from the hug.

"I missed you so much."

"You saw me last Sunday, though?" Alissa said. Visha pulled back from the hug and looked at her.

"Again, you ruined the moment," she said.

"Kumberly, come here, why are you standing there?" Visha called Kimberly, who was standing far away from them.

Kim walked towards them and gave Alissa a small smile.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi Kim, like I said before, you don't have to be scared of me, I mean, we're family after all," Alissa said.

"I know."

"Good, let's go sit down then," Alissa said, and they both walked to the dining room where everyone was seated. When her brothers saw her, they gave her a tight hug and a kiss of her forehead before sitting down.

After lunch, as Alexandro played with Emilia and Luca, Asher turned to Alissa, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her arm. “You’re glowing today,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

“Am I?” she asked, her eyes meeting his.

He nodded, his fingers trailing down to her hand. “You always do. But today…you’re radiant.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she leaned closer. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you love it,” he said, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss that left her breathless.

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Later that evening, the couple’s love turned into the ruthless efficiency of their work.

Word had reached them of a betrayal—a group of mafia men who had dared to go against the DeLeon-Kingston alliance. It was a mistake that would cost them dearly.

In a dark, abandoned warehouse, twelve men sat around a table, their faces pale with fear. The air was thick with tension, and every creak of the building made them flinch. They had heard the stories about Asher and Alissa, stories that sent shivers down their spines.

When the double doors swung open, all hope left the room.

Asher and Alissa entered with a terrifying calmness, their presence commanding and suffocating. Asher’s smirk was sharp enough to cut, and his eyes held a lethal promise. Alissa, dressed in black, exuded a quiet menace, her gaze cold and calculating.

“Well,” Asher began, his voice echoing in the room, “I hope you’ve enjoyed your last moments of freedom.”

One of the men stammered, “P-please, we can explain—”

“Explain?” Alissa interrupted, her tone icy. “The only thing I want to hear from you is your screams.”

Asher walked around the table, his movements slow and deliberate. “Do you know what happens to those who betray us?” he asked, his voice almost conversational. “No? Let me show you.”

The torture began.

Alissa started with the ringleader, her movements precise and merciless. She dragged him to the center of the room, her blade glinting in the dim light. Without hesitation, she plunged it into his side, twisting it slowly as his screams filled the air.

“This is what betrayal feels like,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

Asher, meanwhile, turned his attention to another man. He grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall. “Do you know what the worst part of betrayal is?” he asked, his tone almost mocking. “It’s not the pain. It’s knowing you’ll never live long enough to regret it.”

He pulled out a knife, tracing it along the man’s skin. “But don’t worry,” he added with a smirk. “I’ll make sure you feel every second of it.”

Hours passed, and the room became a scene of carnage. Blood pooled on the floor, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of death. Alissa ripped the heart out of one man with her bare hands, holding it up for the others to see.

“This,” she said, her voice calm and cold, “is what happens when you cross us.”

By the end, only two men remained alive, their bodies trembling and their eyes wide with terror.

“You’ll live,” Asher said, his voice eerily calm. “But not because we’re merciful.”

Alissa stepped closer, her gaze piercing. “You’ll live to tell the story. Make sure everyone knows what happens when they betray us.”

The two men stumbled out of the room, leaving behind a scene of horror that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

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Later that night, back at their estate, Asher and Alissa shed the blood and brutality of their work and found solace in each other.

Asher sat on the edge of their bed, watching as Alissa stepped out of the bathroom. She wore a silk robe that clung to her figure, her long, dark blonde hair damp and cascading down her shoulders.

“You’re staring,” she said, her lips curving into a small smile.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice husky.

She walked toward him, and as she stood between his knees, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her robe. Slowly, he slid his hands up her arms, savoring the feel of her skin beneath his touch.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice low and full of awe.

Her breath hitched as his hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer. “Asher…”

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips grazing her collarbone. “Let me love you.”

He tilted his head up, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow and deep, filled with all the love and passion he felt for her. His hands roamed her body, his touch gentle yet possessive.

Alissa sighed against his lips, her hands tangling in his hair. “You always make me feel like I’m the only thing that matters.”

“You are,” he said, his voice full of conviction. “You’re my everything, Alissa. My wife. My queen. My reason.”

She cupped his face, her thumbs brushing against his cheekbones. “And you’re mine.”

As they fell into each other’s arms, the world outside faded away. In that moment, there was no empire, no enemies, no bloodshed—only their love, as fierce and unyielding as ever.

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