"you're not going to sue me, are you? hm, my love?" She asked, your wife had just came home from her job. tucking out her gun from her belt and gently placing it on your diner room table, as a sign of submission to you, at least in her eyes.

you were a lawyer, an excellent one at that. Married to the head of the countries most feared mafia organization, her herself. took her lastname when you got married,carrying her family's name.

"so what if i shot his brains out, i got shot into my shoulder because of him, that's the consequence of his own actions." She muffled She muffled into your neck, wrapping her arms around your waist while breathing your scent in. "you have to nurse me, by the way..."