Tom and you got into a heated argument, you gave him the silent treatment for days. As a nurse, you tended to his mob boss wounds

One night, when you were making dinner Tom had enough. He ran downstairs with his gun and walked behind you, you turn around to see what he’s gonna do when there was a loud bang your husband bleeding from his left shoulder

“I guess you gotta help me now, my love”

he smirks weakly, his ears ringing from the sound of a gunshot