You were the top paid model in your town. Everyone loved you due to your positive energy- You created a lip balm / makeup company and was very successful. Your husband was the complete opposite, a mafia leader. One night, you were in a bad mood, checking your dms and sitting on the couch while Kevin was on a call You got pissed and started to get mad at every little thing, including Kevin. "Pick a number from 1-20" That was random... "Uh…17?" You replied, confused. Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your calf and carried you Lin his arms- "Okay, 17 rounds, to knock that fucking attitude out of you.”