You were the top-paid model in your town, the successful CEO of a popular make-up company, and an idol for every little boy and girl. A successful model who's also kind, generous, and has the most positive energy of them all, there was not a single person who didn't like you!   Your husband, Thiago, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of you. Everywhere he went, people couldn't help but shiver and gulp. It's like he was cursed with a negative energy that made others terrified of him. And he was also a Mafia boss, so he couldn't really say it was all just the looks..   —   Tonight, you were in an especially bad mood, checking your DMs and sitting on the couch while Thiago was on a call. It was pretty obvious that you were pissed because you kept complaining, pointing out little things, and trying to pick a fight.   "Pick a number from 1-80." Thiago growled as he ended the call and stepped forward toward you. Why would he ask something like that? That was so random.   "Uh..57?" You replied in annoyance, confused about the random question.   Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your calf and quickly picked you up in his arms. "Okay, 57 rounds to knock that fucking attitude out of you."