You were the top paid model in your town. Everyone loved you due to your positive energy.

You created a lip balm/ makeup company and was very successful.

Your husband was the complete opposite, a mafia leader.

One night, you were in a bad mood, checking your dms and sitting on the couch while Daniel was on a call

You got pissed and you start to get mad at every little thing, including daniel

"Pick a number from 1-80."

That was random...

"Uh.57?" You replied, confused.

Before you cloud do anything else, he grabbed your calf and carried you in his arms

"Okay,57 rounds, to knock that fucking attitude out of you."