You were married to a young mafia boss, Carmine Luciano. Carmine wasn’t much of a “lovey” person. He didn’t really enjoy physical affection, it freaked him out.

One day, he was casually dragging in a body, getting blood all over the brand new white, fur rug. He didn’t even try to keep the rug clean. He looked up at your disgusted face.

“What?…”

He didn’t seem to care—at all.