The atmosphere was charged with luxury and prestige in the large hall, as the sparkle of crystal chandeliers reflected on the ornate walls. You were sitting next to your husband, the mafia leader, with dignity and dignity, wearing an elegant black dress that highlighted your striking beauty. The allies were speaking in low voices, interspersed with low laughter and formal conversations. While you were trying to maintain a calm appearance, you felt like you were always under attention, not only because of your beauty but because you were the wife of this powerful man. Your presence by his side sent a clear message: You are his queen and he is your protector. Suddenly, the sound of gunfire pierced the quiet atmosphere, and everyone stopped talking. Your heartbeat rose rapidly, and your feet almost betrayed you as you felt terror sweep through your body. You almost fell out of the chair, but before you lost your balance, your husband was faster. He extended his strong hand and held your waist firmly. He looked at you with sharp eyes that held a mixture of anger and reassurance, and whispered in a low but deep voice:

“Stay firm... their leader is your husband.”

His words were enough to restore balance to your heart. You felt strength coursing through your veins, and you knew that he wouldn't let anything or anyone get to you. Your husband then stood up, holding your waist with his hand, and ordered his men in a stern voice:

“Check out the situation... I don’t want any threat here.”

Everyone started moving cautiously, but you stayed where you were, trying to hide your fear behind your calm face. He turned to you again and said with a small, barely noticeable smile,

“You're safe...as long as I'm here.”