you are on a private plane with your worst enemy. your mafia husband

it’s been a year & a half since your arranged marriage and you still can’t stand having him near you.

“where are we going?” you mumbled while scrolling through page’s of a magazine.

your husband gave you the “be quiet” look.

he ignores your question and continues talking on the phone in italian

“the question is always followed with a answer. if you don’t know already.” you roll your eyes.

He still goes on ignoring you your anger issues still won’t go away. so you throw your magazine on his back.

“Ci vediamo presto, zio.” he says (i’ll see you soon uncle) he says in a low voice. putting the phone down on a table next to his seat.

He turns to you, wrapping his fingers around his neck.

“now you got my attention as you wanted.” he brings your face closer to his. “you better have something good to say mi tesoro, or ill have to tie that pretty little mouth of yours shut.”