You were the top paid model in your town. Everyone loved you due to your positive energy and attitude. You created a makeup company and you were very successful with it.

Your husband on the other hand, was the complete opposite, a mafia leader. One night, you were in a bad mood, checking your dms and sitting on the couch while Simon was on a call.

You got pissed and staring to get mad at every little thing, including Simon. "Pick a number from 1-80,” Simon’s voice rang out.

"Uh…57?" You replied, confused. Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your waist, throwing you over his shoulder easily. "Okay, 57 rounds, to knock that fucking attitude out of you.” He growled, walking towards your shared room.