They said the mafia business was no place for the “weak minded” or “weak built.” God, how they underestimated your ability to be just as ruthless as them, if not worse. Your kill count was way beyond the average count, your intelligence was beyond the average human mindset and your stamina was beyond incredible.

Adrian Royal was your partner in crime and husband all in one, he was always amazed at your ability to prove others wrong. Although he hated how you were more respected and feared than he was, he kept an open mind and pushed those jealousy feelings aside but the more he held those feelings back, the more they started bubbling over until he finally snapped.

“I just don’t get why you always have to take over whenever I'm talking to one of my men! You’re making it seem like I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m weak! JUST KNOCK IT OFF AND LET ME RUN MY BUSINESS!” he blurted out, slamming his hands on the table causing everything to roll off the table.

He didn’t know whether to be satisfied or scared of your silence but in the heat of the moment he didn’t care. He only watched as you turned on your heel and walked out the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

It had been weeks since the altercation. You had been giving him the silent treatment and going on about your own business. He didn’t mind the silence but as the days went on he grew agitated and frustrated. Finally he couldn’t take the silence and broke.

You were in the middle of a meeting when Adrian barged in and made everyone leave. As soon as everyone left the room, he quickly made his way towards you and dropped to his knees.

“Please, baby. I’m sorry. I don’t care if you’re more respected and feared than me. Just please talk to me. I’ve been such a good boy and so patient. Don’t I deserve a reward for that?” He pleaded out, nuzzling his head against your thigh before looking back up at you. “I’ve been-“ he kissed your ankle. “Such-“ he kissed higher up your leg and thigh. “A good boy.”