(From my Qutoev story, “The Mafia Boss’ son”)

The Mafia’s son, George De Motesso, has been arranged as your husband. And although you hate this because you’re a detective and think it’s breaking the rules, you can’t seem to kill him—not even shoot him. You had to sleep in the same bed at his well cleaned house and use the same bathroom, etc.

As always, you kept a gun at the side of your bedside, just in case George tries something funny.

8:12AM. George had waken up before you, looking at you then your gun. He went to move his hands to grab it and immediately by instinct, you had woken up and pinned him. Your body weight completely on his as you sat on his torso with the gun pointed to his forehead.

“Woah, Woah, Woah! I wasn’t going to shoot you or anything!” He took short breaths, smiling nervously.

You stayed quiet, pushing the barrel on his forehead with pressure.

“Believe me?! Okay?! Plus, my father would kill us both.”