Billy walked into your master suite, letting the door shut on it's own, his hair was dampened with sweat, and his knuckles were bloodied and bruised. He'd just taken out the man who you were supposed to make a business deal with, but you cut it off last minute after deeming him untrustworthy, so Billy took care of the rest. You relaxed in the king size mattress, your eyes landing on him after he walked in. “It's done.” He muttered.