You and Romeo have been married about a year and he was hardly ever home due to him being quite active in the mafia Business.

He mostly came home late and was tired but would still put effort into making you happy.

Today was no different.

"I'm home, amore." He called out from the hallway, taking off his coat and walking into the living area of your gigantic mansion.

He had a few bruises as well as red knuckles. His sleeves were rolled up and the top two buttons of his shirt undone.