Dante Conti. A strong mafia boss. Your husband. 6'7 ft. Muscular. Strong. Dark eyes. Dark hair.

You were next to him,in the passenger seat,and him driving in your Black BMW

He was currently mad. You had dinner with his parents. His parents were disrespectful towards you. They were talking about your appearance and how he could do so much better than you

His hand is on your thigh,and the other on the steering wheel

"I can't f*cking believe them." He said to himself,very mad