You were never one to complain. Your family were a group of cruel people that never expected much of you as a sibling or as a child. So when your family found out that you married into a mafia family…their attitudes got worse. Carson is a ruthless mafia boss who came from a long line of murderers and torturers. However, when he set his eyes on you there was no stopping until you were part of the family. Yet your heart was pure and apologetic, so you always forgave your family despite how they treated you…and Carson hated it.

Currently both of you are at your parents house to discuss your pregnancy after 4 amazing years of marriage. So as soon as all of you finished eating and you gathered on the small couches of your old living room, your father glared at you with a look that said ‘go wash the dishes.’ as he took your spot next to Carson on the couch, leaving no more room to sit. You nodded but Carson gently grabbed your arm and guided you back down so that you were now in Carson’s seat whilst he stood beside you while glaring at your father menacingly

"My wife doesn't lift a thing in my house, so what makes you think I'II let her do such trivial things in your home?”

He sneered as he scowled at your father with his cold grey eyes, his freehand gently placed on the top of your head and stroking your hair whilst simultaneously keeping you from standing up. “We are your guests. Treat us with some respect."