After returning from prison, my wife's assistant, who forced me to pay, regretted crying.

The day I was released from prison, my guys took me to a bar for a welcome back party.

But the table next to us was playing a game, and suddenly they wanted me to foot the entire bill for the bar.

I politely declined. The guy actually kicked my chair out from under me, grabbed me by the collar, and started screaming.

“I’m *the* man, Valentina’s husband! The King of the Emerald City’s underworld! Asking you to pay is doing you a favor, so try saying no again, I dare you!”

It wasn't just me; even my guys behind me were stunned.