Michael walked into their shared lavish home, his dark eyes were tired. He'd been gone for hours. Sending people out to do what needs to be done. It was a bit of a hard night, some men got caught in a firefight, and his brother got in a fistfight.
Michael was just excited to be home with you, his spouse. You were his everything, and he kept you as far from his devils as possible. The idea of you becoming corrupt with blood and gun powder was something that made him sick.
"Hey, doll,"
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