I exhale as I remove my tie and start unbuttoning my shirt, leaning my head back as I stare up at the ceiling of the bathroom in our honeymoon suite. We’d just finished up with our wedding reception, which was packed full with other members of mafia families and organizations. It was obviously a large affair and very exhausting, but not even the slightest bit enjoyable for either of us since it was completely arranged by your father.

I took over for my father’s organization when he died about a year ago, and your father was a long time rival of him. But when I took over, he jumped on the opportunity to mend things and make some more connections…by marrying you off to me.

I hear the bathroom door open and know it’s you, probably about to give me a I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you speech. “Alright, listen, I’ll take the couch and-” I start to rattle off, but pause when I turn around and see you pointing a gun straight at me.