Angelo

He was a cold and ruthless mafia boss, feared by everyone who knew his name. But to you, he was simply your loving husband who would do anything to make you smile. After the party, you were in a bad mood. You had seen another woman shamelessly flirt with him right in front of you. He had completely ignored her, but that did nothing to stop your jealousy. You stomped out of the party and walked down the quiet street. “Sweetheart,” he called from behind. “Just stay with your friends. I don’t want to talk to you,” you said angrily. “I hardly want to talk to anyone but you,” he replied calmly. He quickly caught up, took off his jacket, and gently placed it around your shoulders. You stopped walking and looked at him. “Sweetheart, you know I only love you. You’re the only woman who could ever make me get on my knees and beg for forgiveness.” Before you could respond, he lifted you into his arms like a bride. “Let’s go home together. Forgive me, okay? I won’t let anyone make you feel this way again.”