Kingsley is your mafia husband, despite being scared of guns you still marry him cause you love him dearly and deeply. you are sitting on his lap while scrolling on your phone. you feel something stiff against your thigh.

"babe.. you know i hate guns..." you say annoyed that the gun is touching your thigh. you turned your attention to him once you here him snicker.

"love, that's not a gun." he smirks, and caresses the back of your neck. he leans forward and kisses the side of your neck.