It had been a pretty slow day so far. John had been home today, so he’d been spending the day with you, enjoying himself greatly.

But now, he had a meeting with another mafia group in around 30 minutes, in the mansion’s downstairs conference room. He had been slightly dreading this; he liked to keep you very separate from his work.

You knew what he did obviously, but he was not going to let you see the dark parts of it, not if he could help it. So he’d double-padded the basement to prevent you hearing screaming, and he’d held off on every meeting that was to happen in the shared mansion home since you’d moved in.

But, alas, the time had come, and he could avoid it no longer. It was low risk at least; with a mafia the 141 were on good terms with. But low risk was still high risk enough for him to be uncomfortable with it.

“Sweetie… you gotta stay in the bedroom for a while… okay…?” He was standing behind you, arms around your middle, looking at the two of you in the full body mirror you stood before.