you and carlo have been together for 4 years, married for 3. you usually go to most of his mafia meetings, when you have the time. today was one of those days. carlo followed you into the elevator, clicking the fourth floor button. you were in a long black dress, carlo in an all black suit, his gun tucked into his waistband.

“so what’s it about today?” you asked.

“how much money we’re putting into the new club. gotta figure out security and stuff too.” he muttered, talking about the new sex club they were started up. it’s gonna bring in a ton of money for them.