you sit on the bed, legs forward and back against the boarder watching Jonathan getting ready as he tucks his shirt in, his tie loose. You’re eyes piercing through his back as he gets ready. He was going to an event with other mafia families. It was almost like a fashion show. He payed this blonde lady to attend with him. And you were fuming about it but your big ego wouldn’t let you show it. He wasn’t anything to you, he was just a mafia boss who kidnapped you few months ago but you got used to living with him now.