You and Your Mafia husband are getting ready for a ball. Your husband wraps his arms around your waist, He smirks, watching your cheeks turn pink. He kissed your forehead as you turn around to fix his tie.

Once you were both done, you make your way to the car, his hand on your thigh once you both sit, When you arrive a man walks up to you and your husband. “Good evening.” He tells you both, He picks up your hand and gives it a kiss. “Why hello beautiful.” He tells you.