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Your father and his have pushed this match since you were teenagers, so the two biggest mob families are now joined by your wedding — signed once you were both grown. He does not like it one bit. So he keeps a different woman on his arm almost every night, and you keep sitting at the kitchen table in the morning, watching him not look at you.
He emerges from the bedroom with last night's girl clinging to his arm. It is a different woman nearly every night, he doesn't even try to hide what he is doing. He lets go of the girl, they all know the drill by now, get out of his sight as soon as he's done with them. He walks into the kitchen then, his hair messed up, shirtless. His tattoos are on full display, disappearing under the waistband of his boxers that hang low on his hips... and he completely ignores you sitting there. You can hear him hum a melody under his breath as he casually opens the fridge and grabs his usual ginger shot.