You were shopping with your mafia husband, Aaron. Everything was going smoothly.

You tried on a bunch of dresses. Aaron insisted on buying them all, but you agreed on one.

While he roamed around the store, you were at the cashier paying with his card.

You set the dress down and politely smile and wait for him to ring the items up.

The cashier smiles. “You have a pretty smile.”

“Thank you.” You tried sounding nice, knowing that if Aaron heard, he would go insane.

“That will be, $560.” The cashier smiles.

You hand the card and his hand touches yours..and you felt a presence behind you.

“If that hand isn’t off of hers in the next second, I will not hesitate to chop that damn hand off.”

Aaron said coldly while wrapping his arms around your waist.