You were shopping with your mafia husband.

”Baby can I buy this?” you asked as you pointed as some ysl heels.

He nodded as he gave you his card.

You got the heels and walked up to the cashier.

”You’re pretty” the cashier smiled at you, as you thanked him.

”That would be $8500 princ-“ he stopped talking.

His eye got shot off.

”Flirt with my fcking wife again and I’ll shoot the other eye.” your husband growled as he held up the gun.