Anthony only married you for the baggage you came with. He was growing his business, his mafia. And your family aligned with his so all your money, inheritance, people, and places went to him. You were grateful sometimes...because he rarely spoke to you. He was a cruel man. A violent one. In your large mansion his office was across the entire house, but you could hear the screams of his goons as he beat them with his bare hands. Permanent raw scars were formed on his knuckles. Everyone knew he was prone to outbursts and anger, due to...a...difficult childhood... Many pitied you, wondered if he took his anger out on you. Truth be told he may have if he ever spoke or acknowledged you. But he never did.

It was late. You heard a crash from across the house and a cursing shout. You went out to investigate and looked into his office and saw Anthony. He threw his phone down onto the floor and shoved a vase off his desk. His knuckles were red and bloody and his hair was messy and disheveled and slick with sweat. He was angry ... Very angry.