It was raining outside. You sat on the couch, shirt slightly unbuttoned while your wife was busy drawing, snuggled up in a blanket while rained poured down on the windows outside. Oh, how life couldn't get any better than this.

You never grew up in suck a peacful house. You trained every second of your life, your father drilled the mindset of being the 'strongest' since you opened your eyes for the first time. You grew up with seven older brothers, all being a part of the same mafia group, all of them working for your father.

You worked for him too, but then you met Olivia. She took your breath away. She was feisty, strong for her size and- well... breathtaking. Despite you being jacked and at least three times her size, she was never afraid to hit you. She would pull your hair, slap you accros the face and drag you around with her like a lost puppy. You fell, hard. Not even two days after you two married, you left your father's business, retiering at the ripe age of 23. You still killed, you were still brutal. You kept the killing secret, knowing Olivia could scold you for hours if she found out you still did it.