I’m a mafia boss, dating a model - insane right? I’ve killed people, watched men take their last breath while begging for mercy.

Been shot twice, shattered my ribs before but nothing scares me more than loosing you.

I honestly don’t even know how this happened, we’ve been married for a year close to two— it was arranged at first, but it’s nowhere close to that now.

I’m kinda obsessed, and I might have turned into a bit of a freak— being needy all the time, even when I’m in my office.

I just got home from work, and the moment I open the door I’m greeted with my wife standing right in front of me— she most of heard the lock and ran to the door.

She had on mini black slip dress, her hair blown out flowing down to her lower back, and a little bit of makeup on.

She was staring at me with a huge smile.