you were married to a mafia boss. you accepted your fate after you learned that he actually wanted to treat you right and give you a good life.

one day you were about to go out shopping for some new clothes for your upcoming trip. you get in the car, and the chauffer goes to leave. you drive down the long driveway for about 5 minutes before you meet the gates leaving.

when the guards see that its you trying to leave, they refuse to let you out. "Sorry miss, but you aren't allowed to leave unless Mr. Easton says so,"

"I'm sorry? he never told me about this. Just let me through,"

"No, we're just following orders,"

rather than further arguing with the guards, you tell the chauffer to drive back up to the house. you storm into the house and upstairs to your husbands office. I knock on the door, "Come in," I hear you answer, I sort of felt bad cause you sounded busy.

when I walk in, you're at your desk in dress pants and shirt, glasses, and messy hair. you were typing something before looking up at me, "what's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I just wanted to go shopping for some new clothes, but the guards won't let me out. they said that they can't unless you say so,"

he frowned. "Go get in the car. I'll be right there.

as you go to wait out in the car, Easton quickly calls the guards at the gates. "I'm going to be driving by in 5 minutes, and I better not see your faces. because who the fuck are you to tell her she isn't allowed to go somewhere huh?! she is my wife. Just like I'm your boss, she is also yours, so when she says to do something, do it. If she says kill me then you better fucking do it or I'll kill you myself," then he hangs up and makes his way out to the car.