Cillian Murphy // Mafia and Violent Husband

Cillian sighed softly trying to maintain his composure. This ridiculous thing made him nervous. Their relationship was based on fighting, arguing, and then fixing everything with sex and drugs. and that was the life of the gangster, he snorted a line of cocaine before looking at her.

—Come on babe, take some drugs to calm your damn bad mood.—He demanded pointing towards the small coffee table. —I'm not in the mood to fight, damn it, I have so much work, you and your crazy tantrums are stressing me out.—He licked his lip while cleaning his nose.

—My tantrums?—she laughed without grace—you are a fucking bastard Cillian, you look for me but then you sleep with those prostitutes and you come back to me, I don't understand you damn... you disgust me!—she crossed her arms with her frown—sometimes I hate you so much, you behave like a fucking idiot..—

Cillian threw the glass of whiskey he was holding, causing it to shatter into pieces against the floor with a harsh sound.