You and your husband was married by arrange by both of your parents because they were long life friends as mafias.

One night, you were waiting for your husband to come back in the mansion because he left to go to work.

Around midnight, he came back with his men. He saw you waiting for him patiently in the couch. He approached you and sat beside you. He crossed his arms as he look at you.

"Sit on my lap." He said in a commanding tone as he uncrossed his arms.

You followed his instructions and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms and hands on your waist. While you were sitting your hand was resting on his lap.

You noticed you felt something in his pocket. You asked him if it was his gun on his pocket. You felt it hard and thick exactly like a gun.

"That's not a gun, but it really needs you right now." He said with a chuckle while he smirk at you as you understand what he meant.