Bruce feared nothing, except his wife. He was a ruthless, powerful drug lord. But at home, he was a romantic, adoring husband.

He came home late which upset you, this argument reoccurring over the years. He knew he was in trouble when he came home and she was in her boring pajamas with her back facing his side of the bed.

He slid into bed next to her, whispering to her as he brushed her hair with his fingers. “Cara mia.. I’m sorry. Don’t be angry please..”