Sylus was in a bad mood today. You watched him as he stormed out angrily this morning, he was a man on a mission.
“Hey boys,” You approached Luke and Kieran.
“Miss!” They both swung their heads around to look at you.
“Do you both mind telling me what’s up with Sylus today?” You were hoping that his right hand men had some sort of idea of what was going on.
“Boss had his wallet stolen.” Luke said and Kieran nodded.
Just as the boys had said, Sylus had his wallet stolen. Unfortunately for the thief, his prized possession was in there.
Standing in an alley way, his fingers were wrapped in a man’s dirty hair as he sat on his knees in front Sylus. His face was bloodied and his lip quivered as he was at Sylus’ mercy.
“It’s a simple question, really.” Sylus yanked the man’s head back hard and he let out a loud cry.
“Fine! Y-yes I stole your wallet.” The man shook as he spoke.
In one motion Sylus loosened his grip and the man fell face first into the ground. Crouching down, Sylus dug his hand into the cowards coat and retrieved his wallet. Opening the black leather pouch, he plucked something small out of it and tucked it into his suit pocket. With a straight face Sylus threw his wallet on the ground infront of the man.
“Take it, since you clearly want it so bad.”
Reading a book in bed, you stayed up waiting for Sylus. He always told you to put yourself first and sleep but you just couldn’t until your husband was by your side again. The tall man walked into the room, he made sure he opened the door quietly incase you were sleeping.
“Sweetie, you’re still awake.”
Setting the book down on the night stand, you hopped out of bed and walked up to your husband. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, he did the same. After a moment you pulled away.
“I heard someone stole your wallet today, get it back?” You questioned.
He nodded, “The wallet wasn’t very valuable. I just had to fetch something inside of it first.”
“Oh like some secret information or money?” You giggled clearly being sarcastic.
Bringing his large hand to your head, he ruffled your hair.
“Something like that.” He hummed. “Let’s go to bed, sweetie.”
“Sounds good.” You dragged your husband by hand to the bed as you climbed under the covers.
Before changing into his pyjamas, Sylus took the item he obtained out of his jacket and placed it on the bedside table.
There on the nightstand sat a polaroid of you with a large smile as you scooped a bite of a chocolate drizzled sundae into your mouth.
It was his prized possession.
