Mr. & Mrs. Saison-Monsour: The Mafia & The Slayer Married Life

"Singarti Kingdom? We have never shipped cargo to that kingdom since we always deal with the Ciel Nocturne Kingdom's shipments." Prince commented in disbelief and shivered as he shared a rumor about the kingdom. "I even heard Singarti have filled cults or something; it made me not want to work with them."

"The Singarti Kingdom, one of the biggest kingdoms filled with woods and rural townhouses, which, as you said, some people believed were cults, but they weren't. They just had a different way of living than city people like us." The boss briefed amusingly before looking at the report again and added, "It's a rare shipment—an artifact."

"Well, if you put it that way, boss, but if they were requesting a full security shipment, it only means one thing—it's huge," Prince added his side comment.

"Not huge, but maybe it's an essential cargo to them." The boss corrected Prince before asking Lesley. "Who requested it? You didn't indicate it here as well."

"I am not sure if you're familiar with the code of Master, but the way he requested, he sounded very familiar with us, the way we work, and the way he spoke highly of you, Boss, sounded dangerous in some way. And since we were very strict about whose shipments must be prioritized and answered, I considered his request and asked you since I had never encountered his code in our list unless he's our private client you've been handling personally, Boss." Lesley answered with honest reason and gave the note directly to their boss.

"That's a nice consideration, Lesley. I'll check the details myself. I'll inform you if we're accepting this shipment. For now, Presley Siblings, good work and dismiss." The boss nodded and dismissed them coldly. He wanted to check the odd shipment alone, but before the siblings could leave the office, Prince recalled something.

"By the way, Boss. What time do you clock out?" Prince asked their boss carefully. The boss halted from checking the files and glanced over at his watch.

"Before 10, and thanks for reminding me." The boss answered coldly but thanked his men.

"I don't want my boss to be grilled by their loved ones," Prince smirked teasingly at their boss, who just glared at him. Seeing that, Prince quickly dashed out of the office before their boss killed him with those glares.

"I wish I didn't tell them about my special one," he thought before he cracked his numbing shoulders and started calling the number. "Alright, let's check who urgently needs the Midnight Guardians' service this coming weekend."

***

It was around ten in the evening at the Saison-Monsour household when Vincencio, a master, had already finished everything before the clock hit eleven. He was checking for a few things before resting when he received a text message from his wife.

Text Message:

Vincencio's Wifey: Hubby, I'm sorry I clocked out late. I just finished some urgent files, but don't worry, I'm on my way home.

Vincencio was the type of husband who replied once on a text before dialing his wife's number and calling her directly. They had sweet banter throughout their night and let it shimmer in tranquility. However, it drastically changed as soon as the clock hit five in the morning. Vincencio's peaceful sleep quickly turned sour as he once again woke up to a piece of blasting music. The music from Avril Lavigne's Kiss Me Like the World Is Ending kept resonating throughout the house, and hearing that horrified Vincencio. He quickly got up from the bed and didn't care about how messy their bed was or how he looked at the moment—all he could think about was their lives.

"Oh God, please, don't let her burn the house." Vincencio prayed deeply in his mind as he rushed to the kitchen, where he thought he would see his wife. But to his surprise, Skylar wasn't there, making him confused. "Where is she?"

Vincencio calmed his racing mind by taking a few deep breaths, and when he was calm, with one inhale, he found what he was looking for. Like a hunter with a sensitive nose, he followed the trail of aftershave with a rose scent and led him into their small home gym with their backyard garden view. But what made him look astonished was his wife, sweating.

"So, this is where she is…" he mumbled in relief and leaned over the doorframe of their small gym. He carefully watched his wife do her workout routine, but the more he watched, the hotter he felt. "Damn, she's so sexy in her way."

Skylar was not nude or wearing revealing clothes during her workouts; instead, she wore her tight black three-fourths yoga pants, showing her toned legs, a dark grey fitted Dri-FIT shirt, hugging her fair-toned body, and gym sneakers. To Vincencio, his wife is hotter than the sun and a kind of sight to engrave in his memory.

"So you have found me." Skylar's teasing voice caught Vincencio off guard and added, "Morning, Hubby. I like how you look right now, walking fresh meat in the morning."

"Huh? Fresh meat?" Vincencio was confused.

Skylar teasingly bit her lower lip as she eyed him from head to toe. Noticing how intensely she looked at him, Vincencio checked himself and found his cartoon pajamas, shirtless.

"Oh, love what you see?" He teasingly smirked, making Skylar grin.

"Pretty much, but I know you won't let me eat you," Skylar winked teasingly and started wiping her sweat before wondering, "So, what's for our breakfast today?"

"Hm, since you did your workouts, how about a healthy meal, like quarter-roasted chicken, kani salad, and an additional side dish?" Vincencio asked in consideration of his wife's workout.

"What's the side dish?" she wondered before drinking her energy drink.

"Corn and carrots cooked in butter and fresh fruit cocktail. So which one do you prefer as your side dish?" He gave her two options for Skylar to choose from.

"Corn and carrots since I already had salad." She decided and started cleaning up around the gym. She returned the equipment she used to their storage area and made the room neat and spacious again.

"Noted. Anything else, ma'am?" he wondered like a waiter.

"And a black coffee." She responded as she got the hint, making them chuckle.

"Alright, I'll prepare it immediately, so you better clean up even though you're very hot right now." He commented as his eyes fixated on his wife's well-maintained body.

"I know, but you won't dare to touch or look at what lies beneath my clothes, right?" she guessed seriously, making Vincencio sigh and nod.

"Not yet, but when I do, don't run away," he responded seriously, causing Skylar to step closer as if she were daring him.

"You're the one who's running," Skylar whispered teasingly, and Vincencio gulped before looking away.

"Hey, I'm not running, but I admit, I'm scared," Vincencio admitted as he tucked Skylar's hair behind her ear.

"I am too, but I am ready to be one with you when you are," she said calmly, which Vincencio appreciated.

"It'll come to us. Our marriage is not just about sex; it's about pure love." He reminded her of the meaning of their marriage to him, which Skylar smiled at.

"Sweet, but damn, I sounded like a horny wife who can't control her hormones around her husband." She realized, making Vincencio laugh.

"Hahaha, I like that." He winked teasingly, making Skylar feel slightly offended.

"Hubby, cook, or I will do it for you." Annoyed, Skylar threatened, making Vincencio's eyes grow wide.

"NO! Stay away from my kitchen," Vincencio quickly warned his wife.

"Then, cook." She demanded like a CEO, making Vincencio steal a kiss and dash to the kitchen. He didn't want to deal with the CEO façade of his wife in the morning.

***

Everything worked the same for the couple, but when the clock hit six, all working personnel clocked out. They did their usual routine after working hours, but on the other hand, it was time for another shipment. The Midnight Guardian Boss, or the Night Hound, stood firmly tall as he carefully watched every cargo get into their containers at his office's window at the port. He ensured nothing slipped badly on his radar or sabotaged their workflow at night; however, a call changed that.

'Sir, someone is snooping around the cargo area, pretending to be a client's secretary.'

"That's interesting," The night hound thought before coldly commanding his men on the watch. "Keep watching, but ensure our cargo's safety and don't get caught."

'Yes, Sir.'

"Trying to get something from me? Not on my watch." He whispered coldly, grabbing his dark coat, and went to the cargo area.

Night Hound was not just a boss with a strong and intimidating look despite the mask he wore. He also demanded respect and loyalty as he waltzed into the cargo area. All armed men stationed for the night's shipment straightened up and saluted him with firm politeness, yet fear was evident in their eyes. His presence alone was heavy, and anyone could cower anytime he passed by. However, before he could check things personally, there were multiple gunshots blasted in the area. It alarmed everyone, but not the boss, the MG's night hound.

"Stand on your ground. Be on guard and secure your cargo." With firmness, the night hound commanded his men before he waltzed to the area where the gunshots were exchanged.

Night Hound signaled his men to surround and secure the area before he walked silently in the shadow. His entire existence vanished as soon as he stepped into the shadow, carefully watching his firing squad exchange bullets with a group of men, thieves. And like his code, the night hound became a sinister hunter, blending in the darkness while seeking perfect prey—the thieves' leader. He didn't take long when he found the master of this raid.

"Oh, there you are." With a sinister smirk beneath his mask, Night Hound began moving. He pulled out his silenced gun and quietly ran behind his target. "On mark, you're dead."

Like the wind touching bare skin, a different shot was released, mixing up with gunfires, landing perfectly on the head of a prey. As if in slow motion, a thief and a leader slowly fell lifeless on his knees, bleeding across the back of his head, causing a clatter, making everything go silent. The thieves suddenly halted from wasting their bullets, not hitting any of the MG's men, and looked where their leader was lying, dead.

"YOU BASTARD!"

One of the thieves shouted in hatred, but before he could shoot his gun, another bullet landed over his eye, causing his instant death. The rest of the thieves gasped, frightened over a mysterious sharpshooter among the MG's men.

"W-who shot him?"

But the Midnight Guardians were giving him any answer, which pissed him off.

"WHO SHOT MY BROTHER?!"

"They're not going to give you an answer, as you're not their boss." Night Hound's voice held the coldness of winter but had a very dark, malicious intention, making them shiver as they looked at where the voice came from.

The Midnight Guardian men stand down, guarded as they let their boss pass. Night Hound came into view, spreading his mysterious, dangerously intimidating façade, causing the thieves to cower and surrender. They knew not to cross him.

"S-spare us." One of the thieves quivered as he pleaded.

"Hm, it depends on the damages around my cargo, but…" Night Hound hummed as he walked intimidatingly while looking at the damage around his property before adding tauntingly, "…you can't run without telling who commanded you to make a ruckus here."

"W-we'll tell you, but don't kill us." Another desperately pleaded, making him nod.

"Don't worry, we won't. In fact, you're free after a few beatings, which I hope you'll survive." Calmly grim, Night Hound said coldly before commanding his men. "Get them. You know the drill when somebody tries to mess with MG."

Night Hound was not just the boss of Midnight Guardians who could intimidate and make everyone cower at his presence. He could be ruthless but also had a heart, cold but had his word—a ruthless punisher. As the slight issue had been settled, and echoing screams faded in the background, Night Hound returned to his office, noting the incident in his journal.

"Interesting. Somebody is watching MG and stirring doubt among underground clients." Night Hound carefully thought while he reread his journal when a knock echoed. "Come in."

"Boss, the Master is on hold. Should I leave a message, or will you talk to him?" Lesley informed his boss about his waiting call.

"No, put him on the red line," Night Hound replied coldly before putting his journal securely on his desk's vault.

"Sure, boss," Lesley responded before transferring the call to his boss's phone.