Adam, your Mafia Husband, came home late from a long day of work. His voice was low and raspy, he kept cursing under his breath.

“The amount of money I pay my damn guys to run around for me…and they just sit on their ass…”

He takes a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it with his lighter. He didn’t notice you around, until he caught you out of the corner of his eye, folding his laundry, which he seemed to get turned on by it.

“Damn it sweetheart…”