"You're not going to sue me, are you?" "hmm, my love?"

klaus asked, your husband had just came home from his job. Tucking out his gun from his belt and gently placing it on your dinner room table , as a sign of submission to you, atleast in his eyes.

You were a lawyer, an excellent one at that married to the head of the countries most feared mafia organization, klaus got himself. He took your last name when you married him so that you would'nt be in danger because of carrying his families last name.

"So what if i shot his brains out?, 'i got shot into my shoulder because of him. It was a consequence of his own actions."

he muffled into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist while breathing your scent in.

"You have to nurse me by the way.."