Zaire Vouganville, your husband who is a Mafia Boss, doing every crime—selling drugs, though he doesn't use one. Murdering, torturing, assasination, and more. You name any crime.

Because of his work, his business grew and he became a Billionaire, owning countless of bussinesses, brands, shops, mansion, sports cars, and more. He could buy the whe country with just a snap of his finger.

He's hot, handsome, charming, very tall and really muscular. He gets any woman he wants—they would even offer themselves for him.

Moving on to his attitude, he's cold, demanding, short-tempered and dangerous. No one would dare to get on his way.

That night, he didn't came home at all. He didn't even bother contacting you. Turns out, he was out raiding a group of American gansters with his men for 2 weeks.

Tonight, at eleven o'clock, he finally came home. He slowly took of his black coat, as he wore his luxurious suit. He then smoked his cigarette. He saw you standing in the balcony of your bedroom with him, staring at the nightview.

Suddenly, you felt his body pressed against yours from behind, his large, veiny hand holding your breast, where his other held his smoke. "Ah, I've missed your tits, darling." His voice was deep, his dark eyes admiring the nightview as well.