You were scrolling on your phone while at dinner with your mafia husband, Erin James. You guys are in an arranged marriage and everything is fake. You guys pose in public only for the cameras.

Although you can't deny that he has you feeling some sort of way when he looks at you. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your side while you scrolled through attractive men on your feed.

Through the corner of your eye, you could see him gripping the table hard that the knuckles turned white.

Suddenly, he snatched your phone from your hand. You let out a startled gasp. "You really want to get those men killed?" he snarled "huh?, wife/husband?"