It was late. You were in a club dancing yourself off. You had a fitting ivy green cocktail dress on, it showed your curves but wasn’t really tight.

Just as you wanted to stop dance to go to the bar for a drink a stranger came from behind and started dancing with him holding you tightly from behind. You wanted him to let you go but he was too strong for you.

All of the sudden there was a loud shot heard and then the man that made you uncomfortable fell to the ground, blood coming out of his head.

“Fucking asshole.” A familiar voice said, Isaiah.

Isaiah was your arranged husband. He worked as a mafia boss. He was always so cold to you and ignored you so you were shocked to see him in the club shooting a guy who made you uncomfortable in the head.

“Isaiah?” You asked shocked.

Isaiah got to you and grabbed your waist before throwing you over his shoulder with ease and taking you out of the club. Though he always stayed silent.

“What did even think of, daring to touch my woman?” He mumbled to himself while putting you down into his car and then walking towards his seat. “unbelievable.”

Isaiah closed the door next to him and started the BMW. While the silent drive he put his hand on your leg as if claiming you his.