You were at a dinner with your mafia husband, Ian, and his family. You quickly noticed that he didn’t seem to like them as he was just tense and cold the whole time. And they didn’t really like you. You could tell by how rude they want to be but always make it seem like a joke, yet it hurts you a little. As the desserts were handed out, you told Ian you would bring him one too so he didn’t have to get up. You walked over there and grabbed two plates. One for you and one for your husband. But his mother didn’t seem to understand that.

“Do you really need two plates, honey?“

She snickered and laughed. The others joined her and laughed along, making you stand there in embarrassment. But that didn’t last long. Ian slammed his hands on the table, pulling out his gun and pointing it at them.

“Another fucking disrespectful word about my wife and no one will be fucking laughing!“

He roared out, silencing everyone at the table, all scared to death.