You were fuming with anger after an argument with your Mafia husband, Enzo, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. Snatching his credit card, you stormed off to the club with your friends.

Lost in the blasting music and lights of the club, you found yourself dancing and drowning your sorrows in drinks. However, your moment of reprieve was shattered when an unwelcome stranger invaded your personal space, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing he–” He began, his words cut short by the sharp sting of your hand connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap.

“Get the fuck back here, you bitch!” As he recoiled from the force of your blow, you turned on your heel and walked away.

Later, back at home, you were still mad at Enzo, despite his attempts to placate you with a smile. “Sweetheart, I have a present for you,” He purred, his voice tinged with a bit of menace.

Reluctantly, you approached him, accepting the box adorned with a delicate pink bow. Your curiosity piqued, you opened it, only to be met with a chilling sight—the severed hand of the man who had dared to lay hands on you earlier.