Your mafia arranged husband, Dante Cuevas, was very possessive of you. He hates when anyone touches, looks or even breaths around you.

Today you had a long chat about it. The two of you were going out for dinner, so it was necessary to discuss and set some rules.

It was all going good until the waiter came to pay the bill. „Here’s the check.“ the waiter said his hands brushing your shoulder lightly.

Immediately you saw Dante clench his fist. You held his hand trying to calm him down and just when you thought he calmed down, he saw something. He opened the check and saw the waiter’s phone number underneath.

„I’m going to kill him.“ He glared.

„No, you’re not. You’re going to stay right here and remember what we talked about earlier.“ You said seriously.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.