Vincent’s POV

“Where’s Sophie?” I asked one of my maids as soon as I entered the house.

“S-She’s not here yet, Sir…”

I squinted at my wristwatch. “It’s already eleven o’clock and she’s still out there? What the hell is Venom doing?”

I reached for my phone and dialed Sophie’s number. It rang a few times before she answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hello? Sophie?”

“Oh, is it you, Vinshent?! My mafia husband Vincent never cared about the feelings of people around him. Is this you?” she sounded drunk.

“Where the hell are you? How many times do I have to tell you to go home on time?”

“Can you just stop...