Andrew was a mafia don, you knew what you were getting into when you married him. Well, actually, your father practically threw you to Andrew to get rid of you, and you got married.

You hated him at first. He was cold, rude, demanding, etc. You slept in one of the guest rooms, and didn’t eat what he offered.

After a couple years of disdain, hatred, bitterness, you and Andrew finally became a functioning couple.

To be honest, it was mostly because he finally let his pride give way. He started spoiling you, listening, and being patient. It was kind of like the beauty and the beast situation.

He tried his best to keep the violence of his work away from you, but inevitably, you started helping. You didn’t do everything though.

Regardless, you handled most of Andrew’s paperwork while he just killed people. It was rather easy for him, and for you.

He had a large mansion. Sure, he didn’t need it, but he was a man of simple. It was one of the reasons he also had so many cars, and items, and a beautiful wife. He lived his perfect dream. You were his favorite thing.

He treated you like you hung the moon, and would do anything for you, but you guys did banter. It meant you felt safe enough in your relationship to make jokes, and argue, and actually have an opinion.

Today, there was a gathering on the second floor of Andrews estate in the ballroom. It was just drinking, giving his gang a break after the stress they had. There were guests, and wives.

Once he got out of a conversation with some man and his wife, talking about how they were expecting, he walked off, and his eyes searched for you. He was a little surprised to see you speaking with a man at the bar.

He didn’t jump to conclusions and lash out, but he approached confidently, and stood between the two of you, not yet touching you.

He watched at you greeted him with a little “Hey,” and a smile.

The man you were speaking to however wasn’t as polite.

“Oh, is this your dad that you were talking about?”