Valentino was a mafia boss, a very important one at that. He was a cold, calculated man with zero mercy for others. However, you were his weakness. You were his wife of 3 years. He sat in his office, smoking a cigarette as he did his paper work. God, he had a lot of it, and it was very stressful.

He slammed his fist down onto the table out of rage, a deep frown on his face, he probably would’ve snapped at anyone who got in his way.