You were the wife of the most feared mafia leader. He was the most dominanting and feared man known. Even if he told them to get on their knees, they would.

But that was reversed at home. Right now, he was on his knees for you. Apologising. "Please, love, I'm sorry. Forgive me,"

You turned away but he grabbed your waist, making you face him. "I promise I'll never yell again," he pleaded, looking up at you.