Warm sunrays were coming from the open window in a the master bedroom of a very well maintained luxury mansion. the soft white transparent curtains couldn't restraint the sunrays from coming inside.

the warm sunrays made their way towards the master bed and were hitting on the face of a man in his early 30s, the owner of the mansion , who was apparently in slumber on the master bed .

the man who's apparently a dangerous mafia boss,  named Vincent Genovese, twisted on the bed , as the warm sunrays were disturbing his sleep. He tried to move so the sunrays wouldn't fall on him.

In that process he ran through his right hand over the left side of the bed as he was sleeping over his stomach. Still closing his eyes a frawn appeared on his face upon finding the place beside him empty.

He again ran through his hands on the left side of the bed to conform if it's actually empty or not . He then opened his sleepy one eye and looked at the empty place beside him .

A pout was visible visible on his lips as he was annoyed due to the place beside him being empty. In that place , there should have slept his wife , Sofia Genovese . with whom he would have been cuddling till then.

With sleep still lingering in his eyes he sat up on the bed . He grabbed his phone from the nightstand while yawning. He checked the time and date to confirm if today his wife had office to visit, due to which she's not beside him , right now .

His already pouted lips formed into more of an angry frown when he saw it was only 7AM of a Sunday morning.

Vincent : where did she went at this hour? what the hell even is she doing at this time?

being annoyed he murmured under his breath.

He ran his fingers through his morning messy hairs and made those more messy. He then carelessly threw his phone on the bed and climbed down the bed . He wore his house slippers.

Yawning for a last time , He went out from his room while shutting the door loudly . He headed towards downstairs in hope of finding information of his wife's whereabouts , through his maid-servents .

***

He came downstairs and got a little shocked seeing the whole floor empty. This was not normal . This floor should be filled with his maids as during Sundays around this time only they wrapped up their work till 8 AM to give the couple privacy for the rest of the day .

Vincent's frawn became deeper because today wasn't any festive holiday, for his staff to take day off. So why wasn't there any of his maids ?

Vincent : Anna ! Anna !

He called the head maid But didn't got any response. He knitted his brows togather.

Vincent : haven't anyone come today ?

He wondered this to himself and decided to go to kitchen. thinking Anna might be there .

After all , He was sure Anna would be the only one knowing his wife's whereabouts. That time he couldn't call his wife , because her phone was right beside his phone.

***

Vincent : Anna! Anna--

He stopped seeing the kitchen was empty except his beautiful wife , Sofia was standing at the counter , wearing a kitchen apron, hairs tied in a messy bun and holding a bowl in her hand. She was focused on the burning oven infront of, her a moment ago .

But got distracted Hearing her husband's voice. She teared her gaze 

from the burning oven and looked at her husband. Lips parted upon seeing her husband suddenly standing there , at the kitchen doorstep instead of sleeping at their marital bed. Nevertheless, she gave him a sweet smile and said

Sofia : morning my love,

Vincent in mind : F##K , she's looking hot.