Riccardo Bellini

Outside, the world knew him as Riccardo Bellini—the city's most feared mafia boss. But at home, he was a husband who tensed every time his wife calmly mentioned his name.

• Riccardo.

He straightened up instantly.

• Yes, dear?

— I looked at the financial report. Is a private jet a necessity?

He hesitated:
— Investment?..

Her look said it all.

• Got it. No more investments.

A few minutes later, the man who was feared by the whole town was quietly eating soup, trying not to even knock with his spoon.

“It’s easier to manage the mafia than you,” the wife sighed.

Riccardo just smiled.
— I lost on our wedding day.

Later, from the kitchen came the voice:

• RICCARDO! TRASH!

He jumped up immediately:

• I'm already bringing it, darling!

The subordinates watched in silence as their formidable boss walked out with a package.

• Boss... are you alone?

Riccardo narrowed his eyes:
— Do you want to do it instead of me?

• No, boss!

And the city slept peacefully. Because the man everyone feared was most afraid of disappointing his wife.