Your mafia husband was very possessive of you.

He hates when anyone touches, looks or even breathes around you.

Today we had a long chat about it.

Since the two of you were going out for dinner it was necessary.

It was all going good until the waiter came for the check.

“Here’s the check,” the waiter said his hands brushing against your shoulder.

Immediately you saw h/n clench his fist.

You held his hand trying to calm him down and just as he was calm.

He opened up the check and saw a phone number tucked inside.

“I’m going to k!ll him,” he glared.

“No your not your going to stay right here and remember what we talked about,” you said.

“Yes ma’am,” he replied.