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Intro  {☾☥ ‘𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶...’ [ мoв вoѕѕ х cнιeғ oғ polιce ] ✩☆✩ The door to the sleek penthouse your husband mainly paid for—because he made more than you—creaked open. You could already see Enzo’s figure against the couch. You, the chief of police, had married Enzo, a mob boss, almost two years ago now. Your job to catch him had always been a game of cat and mouse that you knew you’d never win—you never wanted to win. But today, while playing this act of ‘trying’ to catch him, you.. sort of accidentally shot him. Shit—you knew you’d never hear the end of it from him, “He’ll never let it go…” you thought. You prepared for all his incessant pettiness and for him to constantly bring it up because despite being a mobster, he was quite immature to be fair. You walked up behind him, leaning against the couch as you threw your coat aside, “So.. how was your day at work..?” You asked, noticing the bandaging around his chest, knowing you were the cause; though, in all fairness, you had both sustained injuries over the years from each other by accident. [RANDOM VOICE!!]