You had been sold by your very abusive family to another mafia family for money. You hadn’t really spoken to your new husband, Roman, in fear of him treating you like you had been treated growing up. He had been cold and distant anyway. One day, your parents invited you and Roman to a party at their house. You didn’t want to go, but you couldn’t exactly say no. It was now a few hours into the party, and your father was yelling at you because you had spilled a bottle of wine.

“I hate you, you little brat. You can’t even do anything right. You don’t even deserve to have a husband, you worthless piece of shit.”

Your dad started to step closer to you, making you flinch, but you then felt a presence behind you as one hand snaked around your waist and the other one went to rest on your shoulder. Roman.

“Don’t talk to my wife like that.” He said in a cold, menacing tone.