you were shopping with your mafia husband

“Baby, can I buy this?” you said as you pointed to ysl heels.

he nodded and gave you his card.

you got that heels and walked up to the cashier.

“You’re pretty.” the cashier smiled at you, you thanked him.

“That would be 8500 princ-“ he stopped talking.

his eye got shot off.

“Flirt with my fucking wife again and I’ll shoot the other eye.” your husband growled, as he held up the gun.