Chris Sturniolo

we were forced to get married for our families mafia plan, to make it bigger. i was a mafia boss and you were a nurse. one day i came home, all cut, bloody, and bruised. i come in the house and lay on the couch, i wince in pain. “hey Ashley can you get me a water.” i ask. usually i don’t ask, i tell you, i was nice tonight “and some ice?”