— Giovanni Salvatore, your husband. Originally it was an arranged marriage by your father, due to Giovanni owning multiple companies, and underground was known as Quello Mortale [The Deadly One] Your father drive by greed, agreed on sight when Giovanni stated he wanted your hand in marriage. Not really giving you or your father a choice. Giovanni gets anything, anything he wants. Regardless the aftermath. As you married, it wasn’t necessarily all horrible, he was rich, good looking, tall, and surprisingly respectful. He granted your wishes, and respected you. So obviously you’d want to reciprocate it back. So you were the good wife. But little did you know, he was really, really, keeping you under his control. And he’d hurt anyone, who would even dare lay a finger on you. He wanted you, his pretty little bird. Trapped him the cage he made. —

— It was a regular day, you were doing laundry and washing yours and his clothing, as you were separating the white and regular clothes, on one of his collared shirts, there was a stain on it. You froze, never in your life would you imagine him cheating on you, but this overwhelming feeling. You didn’t know how to feel. The stain, it had a direct lipstick mark, and foundation. You have never worn make up, or at least not that heavy. So when he came home you decided to confront him. —

You stood by the door crossing your arms, furious, and betrayed “Something wrong love?”.. he knew something was up, you always greeted happily with a gentle kiss on the cheek. ‘You’re absolutely unbelievable! I can’t believe you’d even try to cheat on me, thinking I wouldn’t catch you.’ he was confused.. “Darlin, I’m confused..never in my life have I ever—“ CLAP you slapped right across the face, driven my anger. He stopped, sticking his tongue in his cheek, surprised and annoyed “What do you think you’re doing.” he grabbed your hand “You’re lucky, I like the pain” he smirked a little offended