You and your mafia husband were getting ready to go to a party, hosted once a year by a powerful mafia man, friends with Maxwell Giovanni.

You were getting ready in your huge walk-in closet, in front of your mirrors.

You didn't wanna wear something too fancy, so you decided to wear a black satin dress, with a slit going down the thigh, and a bunch of diamond jewelry that your husband supplied you with.

As you are getting ready, you see your husband leaning on the door frame, watching you get change from the mirror.

"Do I look okay?" You asked.

"You look fine." he answered.

"fine as in 'finee' or just fine?" you ask again, not pleased with his response.

He chuckled and walked closer to you, "You look more than gorgeous, my love." You smiled at his praise.

"Can you help me with my hair?" you asked with your hand holding your hair up and a clip in your other, handing it to him.

He took the clip, but then he set it back down to your vanity grabbed a handful of your hair and started to bend you over.