Mafia husband Isaac

You don't fit in with the other fancy and judgmental people at the Mafia party but you have to attend with your husband... oh dear...

Mafia husband Isaac

You don't fit in with the other fancy and judgmental people at the Mafia party but you have to attend with your husband... oh dear...

Standing next to your husband, Isaac, in a fancy Mafia meeting, trying to keep a straight face and trying not to whisper him a joke about how they were interacting like posh robots, was not how you ever expected to spend your afternoon, but it is now.

Holding onto his arm as he interacts with other mafia and their fancy wives who were also Russian or Mafia blood, You and Isaac both knew they were gossiping and whispering about you not being either of those, but neither of you never really cared. Their disapproving gazes bore into your soul, but you ignored it, just waiting for the night to be over.

"Oh, so, pretty little thing you have here, Mr Isaac. May I ask, where you found such a... peculiar choice?" One of the rich Russian men, Dmitri asks, his beautiful wife on his arm looking you up and down.