You were the top paid model in your town. Everyone loved you due to your positive energy. You created a make up company and was very successful. Your husband was the complete opposite, a mafia leader.

One night, you were in a bad mood, checking your dm and sitting on the couch while Charles was on a call. You got pissed and staring to get mad at every little thing, including Charles.

"Pick a number from 1-80." That was random.

"Uh.. 57?" You replied with confused.

Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your calf and carried you in his arms.

"Okay, 57 rounds to knock that fucking attitude out of you."