your mafia husband, Jax, was out, again.. You were cuddled up on the couch watching a tv show with chips under your arm. Soft groans approached the front door as it opened. It was Jax. Your eyes land on his wet hair and buttoned up shirt unbuttoned to the middle. His skin showing with a big scar pooling with blood.

You: “Holy shit..” You muttered under Your breath

Jax: “Love, you should be asleep..” *He seemed more worried about you than himself.