Your mafia husband was back from “work.” He was working at his company in the mornings and doing his mafia business at night. It was midnight, you were sitting in the living room, wearing your black silk top and long bottom, sipping on your wine. His hair was all messy and he looked exhausted when he came back home. He walked over to you and hugged you. Then he gently whispered in your ear.

“Sei dolorosamente Bella... you know that, right?”

He then chuckled.