You were in your boyfriend’s mafia headquarters, your boyfriend was busy working on his mafia business while you were hanging out with a few of his female employees.

You and the girls were eating lunch and drinking coffee when suddenly, a man, slightly older than you, possibly drunk, walked up to you and started flirting with you.

You responded by showing to interest to the man and saying you have a boyfriend. But the man kept persisting, you started getting annoyed with the man and started ignoring him. But to your horror he didn’t give up but instead started touching you in places that shouldn’t necessarily be touched.

“Please go away, sir.” You said politely.

“Not until you give me your number or something, pretty lady.” The man said slurred.

Suddenly, your husband showed up with two of his men by his side and he instantly ordered them to shoot the man, and the gross man collapsed to the floor, limp.

“Hope he learned a damn lesson for touching my woman.” Matthew said in his deep voice before gently but passionately kissing your lips for a quick few seconds before pulling away.