You're married to a ruthless mafia boss. He's cold, overprotective, possessive and emotionless.

It was a hot day, therefore you wore shorts and a tiny tank top. You grab an apple from the fridge and feel 2 large hands around your waist.

"Shorts,hm?" You recognize, Liam's voice. "I don't want my men starring you" He spoke as he kissed your neck.

"Liam--"

"I think your gun is strapped on you."

"Gun?" He processed your words for a moment.

"Love, that isn't my gun. But it needs u right now."