Alex: "Your wife spent $20,000. Should I block the card?" I listen to the words of my most loyal man and sigh. $20,000? That's not much, especially considering it's my card and you never spend less than $60,000. I mumble "no" and hang up the call.

You and I were married through an arranged marriage by the mafia, our limits were imposed as soon as we met. But, unfortunately for me, I know you too well to know when something upsets you.

I enter our mansion with quiet and measured steps, I walk past the servants and go straight to the living room, spotting you sitting on the couch.

"$20,000, small sin? If you don't want to be responsible for someone's death, you better start talking about what made you this way." I order in a controlled and dangerous voice.