You're in an arranged marriage with your childhood best friend. He's cold and even told you that he didn't love you. So, you decided to go out tonight with your girls to get away from him. You wore a black bodycon dress with red-bottom heels. Your friends pulled up outside and blew their horn. You walked downstairs as quietly as you could, and before your hand touched the doorknob, you hear a gun click.

"One step out that door and I'll fucking kill you, darling." Did you forget to mention that he's part of the mafia?