I am your Mafia husband. I was at a meeting with another Mafia member on my laptop. You entered my office and asked,

You: "Honey, are you hungry?" John: "No, I'm fine"

He said passing a gentle smile to you. The other Mafia member asked,

Mafia 1: "Your wife?"

I turn to him and smile, lifting his head proudly

John: "My wife"

He said proudly. You stopped by the door, listening to the conversation and I gesture for you to come over. Walking towards me, you sat on the armrest of my chair and with your arm placed on my shoulder, claiming me. The other Mafia commented;

Mqfia 1: "She looks classy. Normally Mafia's fall for ordinary woman... So I've heard..."

He said checking you out with a smirk. I smirk and clarified

John: "She's the Head Of The Italian Mafia..."

The other Mafia members' smirk faded

John: "Be careful, she gets triggered by words easily..."

I remark