Being part of a crazy life is what I'm used to now.

Waking up next to a handsome man, with a clean-shaven face, and his eyelids covering his usual bright teal eyes, that always took my breath away, as they conveyed his affection for me. He had his well-built arms, protectively around my waist, melding my back to his chest, as his breath tickled my ear.

By far the best way to wake up, especially after a long night.

This man is somebody that I'm grateful to have entered my life, surprisingly.

Turning around to face the handsome man, his arms around my waist tightened, and he mumbled something incoherent, most likely, "Sleep". And I smiled to myself, reaching to brush a couple of strands of his black hair out of his face.

It was early in the morning, not even the sun has risen. Getting out of bed was usually tough, but something I did with ease since, I was a Lycan. So, I could get out of his strong grip, despite him whining.

The name is Mackenzie Young-King. Age 24 starting today, yet still two years younger than Jacob. I'm the young CEO of Young Inc. and the major talk in business news, after five years of 'inheriting' the business from my father. Something that was a major feat for me and my brothers.

Then to add to my image, the man in bed is my husband and another young CEO, the famous Jacob King. We're known as the famous powerful business couple, something that has been accepted by both of us, and despite that title, we've somehow managed to live a hidden life.

In the midst of watching the beautiful sunrise, I managed to make bacon and pancakes for breakfast, adding some strawberries and tea.

The sunrise was a blend of pinks, oranges, and yellows, with the amazing addition of blue from the Thames River. Creating a piece of artwork that someone was lucky to see if, they managed to wake up early.

Our penthouse was located in London, near the river, a calming and delightful place. A place that has been our home for a couple of years, but I have a feeling that we'll be moving somewhere else for our new addition that is coming.

I walked over and picked up the stack of paperwork that was waiting to be read and signed. I started flipping through and reading the investments and the stocks of my company and in the background, I heard a groan and heavy thuds of footsteps walking into the kitchen.

Jacob's bed hair was a funny sight to see since it a rare to catch. I couldn't help but giggle, his hair was going in three different directions while standing up, and when I giggled, I didn't miss that glare in my direction but it softened upon seeing me.

"Morning Honey." Jacob grabbed a plate then went after the stack of pancakes and bacon in the microwave. "You know, I hired a maid to cook for us, you know that right?" He mumbled when he took a seat next to me. As he ate his breakfast, he murmured about how amazing it tasted, between the bites, and I smiled, feeling content about the compliments.

"And you know how I am, I'd rather do it myself," I mumbled back to him while reading another paragraph about energy saving. He nodded, then looked down at his wrist where his watch displayed the time of 7:30 a.m.

I paused to watch him read the time, then glanced at our wedding bands, and like he could read my mind, he clasped my hand, following my gaze.

"We should get ready, we both have meetings to attend in an hour and a half." He uttered, putting another piece of bacon in his mouth, and I nodded my head. He let go of my hand after he planted a kiss on my lips, which pleased both of our beasts. And before he could walk away, I pulled him closer to me, returning the kiss, before dashing to the bathroom.

I groaned to myself at the mention of work, as I entered the master bathroom. In the bathroom, there was a Jacuzzi tub, a huge vanity with a vase of bright flowers in the corner, and black tile flooring, making the bathroom look large, despite it being large.

Starting the water I stripped and caught the scar of the gunshot that hit me in the side, in the mirror. The memory of that wound was a strong memory, I remember the bullet flying by and slicing the skin leaving a stinging feeling, but also the meeting of the Mafia King.

That day I met Jacob King, the Mafia King of Europe. He was known for someone who didn't let anybody get away from him, he was ruthless and cruel.

Yet, when he caught me watching him ten years ago, he melted in my presence. Later on, he found out who I really was and then asked for my hand in marriage, but it wasn't an easy road for us, as we had many crossroads to pass.

***

-Twenty-four years ago-

It started when my parents fell deeply in love. After birthing Alex Young, three sons, my mother gave my father, a daughter, which is me. She was in love with the thought of having a daughter, but wouldn't make it to see her grow, except from above.

"Alex as my dying wish, keep her alive and name her Mackenzie." My mother spoke to my father in a raspy whisper, holding me one last time. My three brothers stood there, crying their eyes out, each a year apart, Matt 7, Josh 6, Eli 5. Listening, to their mother's voice one last time, as she gave each of them a hug and a monologue, only leaving my father for last.

"I'll keep her for you." My father promised, and she passed away with her last breath, the machines monitoring her heart, went silent, except a long annoying single noise was heard, and the cries of her young boys.

My life would have been thrown away if it wasn't for my mother's pleas on her death bed. My father only wanted males in his family, causing him to be a little upset, as his business was in danger. When each of his sons didn't want the business later on, and he was furious and refused to look in my direction when I asked for the business, despite working hard to take over.

My mother and father's love story is a strange and selfish one. My father instantly fell in love and claimed my mother, June Jones, as his. They met on a summer vacation in Bora Bora, My mother went there for a break from normal life, and my father went there for business. Somehow they managed to meet each other and my mother was enchanted by him.

There is one other thing; my family was one of the major mafia leaders in Europe. Since Father was very well known in the underworld, he also didn't want to hand that over, especially to a lady.

So fourteen years of being the hidden child with my father always looking in the other direction, ignoring my existence, only proving to me that I meant nothing to me. To this day I don't know how she fell in love with him.

I made it my goal and my priority to get the family business and take it from my father. That includes the Mafia. It became my dream to be at the top, in both business and the underworld, even if I have to take it from my father.

I never thought that I would kill people, but when it came to dire situations I pulled the trigger without hesitation, barely thinking about it. Thanks to my father, I became cold until I met my love.

What my father, Alex Young, planned on doing with me was to marry me off to a business partner's son. So in the end, I could be of use to him, but it was many years later that he became useful for me.

With a gun pointed at his temple and papers on the table waiting for his signature.