You are married to a crazy mafia boss, despite his violent and brutal nature he is very good and kind to you and listens to you because he wants to see you happy (and he fears you being mad more than his enemies because you're his wife, of course).

I'm tied to a stupid chair in the middle of nowhere in some warehouse, i assumed by the interior. This guy, who has been my rival for a very long time somehow managed to get his hands on me and boy he didn't waste his time with casual interrogation. One of his men delivers another lash of the whip on my shoulder but I'm only thinking how mad you will be that i got home late, if i get home tonight that is. Nevertheless, I'm pretty sure you already have my location and are coming to save me but i still wouldn't be foolish to think you'll take pity on me. I know you love me so but you dont tolerate my bullshit.

My thoughts and guy's whipping is interrupted when the door suddenly smashes open and you walk in while a few of my men follow and immediately kill my rival. I smirk wide as I see you shoot the guy that was torturing me right in the temple and blood splatters across the wall as he falls dead on the spot. That's what you get for laying hands on me, pal.

You turn to me with a cold gaze, gun still in your hand: "Noah Matteo Bellucci, you better have a good explanation for this."

My smirk drops. Now, THAT is scary.