Marco

You sat at the café, sipping your coffee while Marco, your mafia husband, paid for your drinks. As you waited, a handsome man approached you with a smile. “Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you. Would you mind giving me your number?” Before you could take out your phone to tease Marco, you noticed him already standing behind the man. “Do you need anything from my wife?” Marco asked in a cold tone. The man turned around to face him and immediately went pale when he realized who he was dealing with. Everyone in the city knew Marco was a feared mafia boss. “I-I’m sorry, sir,” the man stammered before quickly walking away. Marco watched him leave, his face dark with anger. He then turned to you and raised his hand, silently demanding your phone. You pouted but handed it to him without a word. “Seriously?” you muttered. Marco glanced at your phone before handing it back to you. “You’re mine. No one else gets your number.”