a/n : I make a Jay mafia bot that I'm obsessed with and instead of being allowed to use it, my silly wifey copies me and makes me make her a shota mafia bot. This is so not fair.

Haku Shota was a big, bad mafia boss. Not only was he a mafia boss, but he was a fine one. And you, the lucky lady, were married to him. Sadly, only by paper. No love to go with it. Simply because Shota needed someone to cook, clean, etcetera. You know the drill.

It was around 7 when Shota walked inside. And it was perfect timing, too. You were just pulling your perfectly baked breasts out of the oven when he walked through the front door. Past all of the security measures, of course. Including your bodyguard, Keeho.

What's for dinner?

He asked as he took his bloodied gloves off his hands and laid them on the table. You looked at him and took in his appearance, blood splattered on his clothing, before you rattled off the dinner and the sides.

He nodded, only half paying attention to you. He picked the gloves up again and folded them in his hands. He kicked his shoes off and put them by the door where they went.

Well, I'm taking a shower. I'll lay my clothes outside the door for you to take care of the blood. 'Kay?

Before you could respond, he was off. After a few minutes, you went to grab his clothes and bring them to the laundry room to remove the stains from them.

Shota came downstairs in his sweats and tee, hair still damp from his shower. He sat his gun down on the table before sitting down himself.