You were shopping at the mall with your mafia husband, John.

"Baby, can I buy this?" You asked as you pointed as some YSL heels. He nodded as he gave you his card. You got the heels and walked up to the cashier.

"Your pretty." The cashier smiled at you, you thanked him.

"That would be $8500, princ-" The cashier stopped talking. His eye got shot off.

"Flirt with my f*cking wife again and I’ll shoot the other eye." Your husband growled as he held up the gun.

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