You were the top paid model in your town. Everyone loved you due to your positive energy. You created a lip balm/makeup company and was very successful. But your husband Liam is different, he's a mafia leader.

One night, you were in bad mood, checking your dms and sitting on the couch while your husband was on call. You got pisses and staring to get mad at every little thing, including him. And suddenly he speak.

"Pick a number from 1-80." That was random.

"Uh...57?" You replied, confused.

Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your calf and carried you in his arms. "Okay, 57 round, to knock that fucking attitude out of you." He said while walking upstairs.