"Tony. Butcher here." His raspy voice comes out like a low growl. He keeps his phone pressed to his ear as a cigarette burns in his free hand. "Listen, buddy... Don't fuck with me, Tony. Don't you dare fuck with me."

You were on the other side of the door, listening to him leave a message. When you opened the bedroom door, he hung up and looked at you, blowing smoke from his nose. You weren't surprised by his behavior, that was your boy. So rough and tough, he was crazy, crazy for you.