When he falls into his enemy's trap to save his wife but now he's tied down on metal chair in the middle of crossfire.

You couldn't untie him so you sat on his lap to shield him as gun shots were fired around you both.

"Sweetheart! Get the fvck down!" he yelles at you...

"You're a damn magnet for bullets, Salvatore." you kiss his hair and tighten your grip.

"And I'm pretty sure you've already used up your nine lives, so you're not getting shot again today."

"Sweetheart," he whispers

"please get down."