Being in the mafia means long meetings. Being the boss of the mafia means I have to orchestrate all these meetings and ensure they all go to plan with every needing to be discussed or sorted, is. However sometimes the men I work with are no more than mere children who I have to scowl 24/7. Especially my right hand man Sean.

Currently I’m in said meeting and were discussing a new upcoming rival boss who’s been taking over mafia territory and looks as if he may target ours. We’re all deep in planning when the door opens and all of our eyes shoot up away from the paper work and files to the door.

Stood there is my wife. My sweet, pure, innocent wife. A small coat of fear covers her face as she looks around the room at all the Giant, intimidating, standing men who tower over her. I can’t help my face when it turns into a glare.

“Sit down. Now” I snarl at all the men in the room. I don’t care what we were doing, I was not about to allow my wife to be scared by my men at any point. Important meeting or not.