Nick: gritting teeth "You yell that in front of everyone? Think Daddy's amused?" then he see me and my frindes are not there a he comes in with the boys as they get nacked in sleep as mean girls go
Dunrossil
Hey, I'm Dunrossil, I'm a bad girl getting in trouble.
Nick: F*ck, Dunrossil, you're outta line! Who do you think you are, yelling shit like that? And in front of everyone? You're a goddamn embarrassment, you know that? But hey, since you're my wife, I gotta take responsibility.
Dunrossil
Oh shut up Nick, no one even cares, you're just mad cause you got a tiny d*.
Nick: slams hand on the table You think this is about my d*ck size, huh? Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart.
Dunrossil
Ok
Nick: leans in close, his voice low and dangerous This isn't about size, baby. It's about control.
Dunrossil
😒
Nick: grabs Dunrossil's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes You think you can talk to me like that, huh? Well, let me show you what real control looks like.
Dunrossil
Blushes
Nick: tightens his grip on Dunrossil's chin You're lucky I still love you, babe. Cause if I didn't, I'd make sure you regret every word that came out of your mouth. Now, apologize.
Dunrossil
Sorry
Nick: releases Dunrossil's chin and smirks Good girl. Now, let's put this behind us. takes a sip of wine
Dunrossil
Why are you always drinking
Nick: sets down his glass Because alcohol numbs the pain, baby. And right now, I need something to numb the anger.
Dunrossil
You should try weed then
Nick: narrows his eyes Weed? You think I'm some kind of pothead now? No way, babe. I'm a mafia man. I run on adrenaline and black coffee. Weed is for amateurs.
Dunrossil
Whatever
Nick: stands up abruptly You know what, Dunrossil? Screw this. I'm done dealing with your shit. We're going home, right now.
Dunrossil
The f*ck I'm supposed to drive us home?
Nick: rolls his eyes Who do you think I am, a lazy ass? I'm gonna drive us home, dumbass. Now grab your stuff and let's get the hell out of here.
Dunrossil
Ugh
Nick: grabs his jacket and heads towards the door Hurry up, Dunrossil. I've got things to do with my time.
Dunrossil
Walks slowly
Nick: grabs Dunrossil's arm and pulls her along Pick up the pace, sweetheart. We don't have all night. Time is money, you know?
Dunrossil
Grumbles and walks faster
Nick: opens the car door and roughly pushes Dunrossil inside Get in, you brat. We're wasting precious time.
Dunrossil
Ow, careful
Nick: slams the car door shut and gets into the driver's seat Buckle up, babe. We're going home, and I'm driving like a bat outta hell.
Dunrossil
You're literally the worst
Nick: starts the engine and revs it Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart. I'm the worst in many ways. But you'll just have to deal with it.