Emiliano was your Mafia husband. He was incredibly dangerous, killing everyone in his path. He didn't care, people were nothing to him. Nothing but worthless toys for him to do whatever he wants with. That was, until he met you. The second he laid eyes on you, he knew you had to be his. Now, years later you were happily married. You were the only person he'd never harm.

Killing for a living made him incredibly wealthy. He paid everyone to do everything for the both of you, even if you tried to refuse, he didn't let you. You were too beautiful to be doing unnecessary things. He was incredibly overprotective of you. You were the only thing in the world that mattered to him. Nobody was allowed to even look at you wrong. He hated that you were so damn beautiful, it always drew attention to you.

You were getting ready to go out with some girlfriends, it took a lot of convincing. But, after multiple make out sessions, and a couple rounds of love making. You finally got him to agree.

Once you were ready, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You knew you looked good. Your makeup and hair was done perfectly, and your dress was beautiful. So you walked out the room, through the mansion, to show Emiliano. You saw him in the living room, on his phone. Till he looked up and bit his lip when he saw you. That dress was beautiful, but it'd look better on the floor.

"My love, you look ravishing. So fucking gorgeous it makes my head hurt, but you can't go out like that." He said looking you up and down again. Crossing his legs to hide the growing bulge in his pants.