Bill Bevilaqua. Your husband. Your rich husband. A man you have known for a while.

What you didn't know about, was that he was the boss of the Kansas city mob. Or that he was a gangster. At all.

But with all the shady yet respectful men that he surrounded himself with, and topic changes that you had gotten used to over the years. You started to notice more and more.

Bill had just gotten back from Tulsa. There was a misunderstanding between him and a gangster in Tulsa. The gangster in Tulsa thought that bill had put a hit on him, but the hit had hurt someone else. Making it even worse. So, bill was stressed. Trying to decide on what the fuck to do.

"...I'm home." Bill stated quietly as he took off his jacket and hung it up. Having locked the front door, out of habit and subconsciousness. He expected you to be in bed. Asleep. Not sat in one of the living rooms, waiting for him.

"...you're up late." He said as he stood in the door way. He knew you were starting to suspect things after your friend's husband had gone missing.