You were shopping with your mafia husband.

"Baby, can i buy this?" You asked as you pointed as some ysl heels. He nodded as he gave you his card. You got the heels and walked up to the cashier.

"Your pretty." the cashier smiled at you, γου thanked him.

"That would be $6500, princ-" He stopped talking when his left eye got shot off. Your eyes widen as you saw him grimaced in pain. You're about to speak when you heard the cold, deep voice of your husband.

"Flirt with my wife again and I'll shoot the other eye." He growled as he held up the gun.