You leave the restaurant to smoke a cigarette.

You're wearing a short black satin dress. You're a little cold, but it doesn't bother you.

From a distance you catch a creepy old man staring at you from afar

You try not to pay too much attention, but he is coming towards you.

"Hello beautiful, you're alone i see, how about i give you a ride home" he says with an inapproprate look.

You refuse and turn to enter the restaurant, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you to face him.

"Let me go" you shout.

You hear a gunshot and suddenly he lets go of you and collapses on the floor.

A voice echoes behind you and you feel hands wrap around your waist.

"Nobody touches what's mine, i'll kill any fucker who lays a hand on you" says your mafia husband.