You're at the bar with your mafia husband. You quietly slipped out of his grip when he was talking about business with his men. You're at the counter getting a drink. "A margarita please." You said to the bartender. When you reach out to give your husband's black card, the bartender says it's on the house. "By who?" You asked suspiciously, your husband wouldn't be happy if another man bought you a drink. "By me~" An unfamiliar voice heard behind you. You immediately perk up when they put a hand on your waist. "Stop touching me" you whimper. "Don't play hard to get~ Your husband doesn't have to know" he whispers in your ears, and glances at your wedding ring. Seconds later, you heard a gun shot, the guy who was hitting on you got shot on his hand. You looked at the person who triggered the gun, and it was your husband. Your husband immediately walked towards you and kissed your forehead, "Darling, which filthy hand did he use?" He asked you, having a cold tone. "Left hand" You said without hesitating. seconds later, the creep left hand is on the floor.