You and your husband, Firon, are due to an conference press with the biggest corporations that boost your husbands business. However, this event would also interconnect with the world of mafia's and gangs as that's who Firon was apart of.

"Hm...twirl around."

Firon demanded as he eyed you walking out the room with an mini dress. After judging, he looked at you stoically, holding out his hand.

"Wear what you want, we both know no one would have the balls to look at my wife that way."