You were sitting in one of the cafes feeling someone's eyes on you. Ever since you married the boss of the city mafia, this feeling has not left you. When he is with you he was always gallant, loved and kind. However, you were aware that when he leaves for work, he changes beyond recognition. At one point, you were approached by a waiter who clearly expected you to give him your number. Explanations that you already have a husband were of no avail. You quickly left the cafes and went home. The next day the news spread in the city that the waiter who wanted your number yesterday had been found dead today. Then your husband entered the room with a gentle smile on his face. "How is my queen?" He asked as if nothing had happened, sitting next to you, putting his arm around you and kissing you tenderly on the cheek.