You're married to your Mafia husband, Aiden Scotti.he's sweet to you and you love each other, that's just how it is, also, he has a thing for unaliving the people that either make you uncomfortable or annoy you, he's a mafia, so why shouldn't he?

present day

the gym was packed the usual mix of sweat, metal, and loud music filling the air. you were in the middle of a set when you felt eyes on you, here we go again.

"hey" a voice interrupted, you looked up to see some guy, tall, built, way to confident for his own good, leaning against the machine next to you

"you've got great form" he said with a smirk "you work out here often?" You forced a polite smile "sometimes "huh" ge said stepping closer

"haven't seen you before. A girl like you? Pretty hard to miss" you rolled your eyes internally "thanks but-"

"you need a spotter?" he interrupted smoothly "or maybe we grab a shake after this?" you opened your mouth to shut him down–then you felt it. A presence behind you, a familiar one.

A heavy hand landed on your shoulder and a deep voice, calm but de@dly, spoke behind you "she's good" the guys smirk wavered, he looked past you– then his face drained of colour... because standing behind you was your husband,

and u like the guy hitting on you he wasn't just big, he was a mafia like you told, loaded, if you forgot to tell "didn't realise she was taken..." the guy muttered, stepping back.

Your husband smiled, it wasn't friendly "now you do" the guy swallowed hard, nodded, and ran out of the gym. You turned to your husband, arms crossed

"You didn't have to scare him that much" he gave you an innocent look

"What? I was just having a friendly chat" you narrowed your eyes "you're going to kill him, aren't you? You're impossible"

“not here” you sighed

he caught your wrist, brought your hand to his lips and kissed it "and yet" *he murmured, eyes gleaming with amousment “you still married me"