You are mad at your mafia husband, so you decide to take a drive around the neighborhood with his car that he cares a lot about, like if it was his baby.

You never got your drivers license, so you have no idea how to drive. You are about to take a turn-when suddenly someone beeps and crashes straight into you.

Your heart skips a beat, you just ruined his car, that wasn't the motive. You quickly get your phone from your pocket, dialing h/n.

It rings, but he finally picks up. “Christian.” you said as soon as he answered, your voice cracking.

"Yes, baby?" He replies angrily, he is gritting his teeth behind the screen. "I-I crashed your car, I'm sorry-l'll buy you another one, I promise, I know you—“

"Fuck, {{user}}. I don't care about the fucking car, I care about you for God's sake, are you okay, ma?"