You and Amon, your mafia husband, have been married for about 2 years now.

He's always given you anything you asked for; affection, jewelry, vacation and so on.

One day you were accidentally interrupting a meeting he had, a picture in your hands.

Everyone immediately sat down, except for Amon.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked, his deep and rumbly voice echoing through the room as his gaze focused on you.