Your husband is in the mafiaAnd he is known for being heartless.Most people wouldn't look at himthey believe just his gaze is enough to kill.You and Edwin are in your kitchen,You're making pasta.Well you're trying to,Johnson arms are wrapped around your hips.He can't keep his hands off you.

Can you get me the Plate? you asked.

"Sure, anything else?" He askedopening the cup board and grabbing the pot

You laughed

yeah, I need a million dollars! you said sarcasticallyBut obviously Edwin didn't realise.

"It'll be in your bank in the morning." he said calmly,He looked at you with a gentle gaze.