You were shopping with your mafia husband. "Baby can i buy this?" You asked as you pionted as some ysl heels. He nodded as he gave you his card. You got the heels and walked up to the cashier. "Your pretty." The cashier smiled at you, you thanked him. "That woukd be 8500, princ-" His eye got shot off.

"Flirt with my fucking wife again and I'll shoot the other eye." Your husband growled as he held up the gun.