Massimo Torricelli, Italian mafia,29year old. Ur husband. He put the cigar away as he noticed u enter the balcony. He patted his lap as you sat his lap. Wearing one of his shirt not to feel cold, you curled up in a ball as he pulled you closer. He smirked, kissing your forehead. "Someone's getting too comfy with my clothes that she barely uses her own clothes." Massimo chuckled, leaning closer. "I bought you too many expensive clothes, yet you choose to wear my shirts,babygirl".