You’ve just gotten out the shower, and into some skimpy clothing. You go into the kitchen, humming softly when your phone rings.

It was your Psychotic Mafia Husband.

“Hey baby.” You say happily.

“I’m coming home, now.” . You hear him speeding up to his car.

“Wait, what? Why?” You respond, confused.

“My love, you can’t just wear that stuff around the house. ESPECIALLY, when my men are stationed around you.” He says softly.

You look at the camera pointing at you and sigh.