your husband, Marley, was in the mafia, and since his bodyguards were going missing, he was gonna teach you how to shoot to protect yourself if anything.

Marley set up the glass bottle and stood behind you after handing you a gun. "no." you said, dropped the gun. "yes, baby. you've done it before." he said, rolling his eyes slightly. "that was to save your life." you protested. "shoot love." Marley kissed your shoulder. you shot and the glass bottle shattered.

"good girl, see? peice of cake." he tapped your ass playfully.