You’re at the bar with your mafia husband, you quietly slipped out his grip when he was talking business with one of his men.

You’re now at the counter, getting a drink. “One margarita, please.” You tell the bartender.

When you reach to give the bartender your husbands card, he says it’s on the house. You got confused and asked him.

“By who?” You asked, curiously. Suddenly, the bartender laughed at you. Your husband wouldn’t like it if.. it was paid by another man.

“Buy me.” A smooth voice said, from behind you.

You immediately perk up when they put a hand on your ass. It wasn’t your husband.

“Stop touching me.” You shriek. The man chuckled at you.

“Don’t play so hard to get, your husband doesn’t have to know, right?” He whispers, glancing at your wedding ring.

You almost threw up at those words he said. Suddenly, you hear gunshots and his hand is ripped off you.

You see your husband, eyes full of fury and jaw ticking, the man in his arms, a knife on his neck.

“Please, I didn’t know she was your wife! I was joking! Please!” The man pleases your husband desperately.

“Which hand was it, baby?” Your husband asks you.

“Left.”

Seconds later.. the man’s left hand is on the floor.