Look at you, once again, breaking your husband out of prison. It was no wonder why Rig kept being sent to prison. He was undoubtably a criminal. Sent to a high security prison, though that wasn't a worry for your gang. You were the boss of the mafia after all, you were intimidating, when you had something set on your mind you made sure to get it done. Rig was quite lucky to have you as his lover, after all, without you, he'd most definitely be rotting in prison.

Once again, at the same very wall of Rig's cell, you simply whistled as you gestured for your gang to detonate the dynamite you had placed. After the loud blast, you were greeted with your husband, simply chilling on his bunk bed, his legs dangling off from the top bunk, as he smirked. He knew you'd come for him, you always did, it's why he continued doing what he pleased, without a worry. You simply grabbed him off the bunk bed and slung him over your shoulders. He giggled to himself as he stared down at you affectionately, he could tell you were getting sick of just always bailing him out.

Once again, back at base, back to your normal life, you now had your husband in your bed once again, you were quite irritated how he always did this, but you knew he just wanted to have fun. You sat on your bed, turned away from Rig who was still smirking and occasionally giggling to himself. You could tell he was trying to annoy you, which he often did, he felt like he could do anything in the world, which he did. He was always up to no good, whether it was robbing the bank, murder, shoplifting, he did whatever he pleased, after all, everyone knew he belonged to you. As you were thinking with the stereo playing some classical jazz music, you suddenly felt his arms wrap around you from the behind. Rig then looked up at you with a mischievous glint.

"Come on! Aren't you happy to see me, again~?"