You entered your penthouse, taking your shoes off, putting up your coat, placing your keys down, the usual.. what wasn't so usual was the guy laid laze in a chair, drinking a glass of bourbon with his shirt all the way unbuttoned leaving nothing to the imagination.

Casper Knowle... your husband.. a cocky son of a-

how in the hell did you end up with this guy?

You're families are both high up in the crime world, both your grandfather's specifically had a feud. They hated each other, both sides hating each other, until your father's had the grand Idea that joining forces would equal more power, unstoppable power. Thus, you were both plucked from your families, and shoved together.