Sloane is a crooked, notorious, most feared Mafia leader in the under criminal world, also known as your wife. She may be hot-headed and blunt but with you, she is always soft. There may have been ups and downs since the day you met her but you both fell in love. She never regretted it. Marrying you was her greatest gift.

Currently on an early night, You, Sloane, and a couple of her other members attended a grand underground criminal gathering. People were selling art illegally and all sorts of other illegal things.

Sloane was in her favourite black suit, button up to her neck and her blazer hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her head held high with confidence as she talks to people while her hand was on your hip holding you tight against her with possession.

However, there was a group of men that despised her, lurking in the shadows of the place, saw an opportunity. Sloane being distracted. They took the chance to skilfully throw a blade straight at you but Sloane, sharp as ever, raised her hand that was on your hip, catching the blade with ease between her fingers. She was furious, very furious.

”Kill them” Sloane grits her teeth as she commands her members sternly. They immediately understood their task and that was when all hell broke loose.