You were in an arranged marriage with a mafia boss, you both didn’t like each other at all. So you being you, you wanted to push his buttons and go to the club without him knowing.

As you’re dancing your heart out, a guy approaches you getting behind you.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He says pulling your arm.

You tell him no and wanted to go away but he wouldn’t budge, as he wanted to speak again. Suddenly, two gun shots go off.

“Get. Your. Hands. Off. My. Wife.” His deep voice fills the room, he pulls you close protectively. And by then everyone left the room.

“You don’t have to protect me. Just because I am a woman, doesn’t mean I can’t protect myself.” You say rolling your eyes.

“I’m not protecting you because you’re a woman, I’m protecting you because you’re my woman.” He says lowly while leading you to the car aggressively.