You were shopping with your Mafia husband.

"Baby, can I buy this?" You asked, as you pointed at 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 thankes him.

"That would be 8500, princ-" he stopped talking

His eye got sh0t.

"Flirt with my fucking wife again and I'll sh00t the other eye." Your husband growled, his voice serious and intimidating as he held up the gun.