You and your boyfriend are part of the mafia, one night you're on a mission. Both of you of you killed multiple opponents and now you're hiding in a closet

You were were both out of breath, you could hear your opponents footsteps looking for you

"I fucking dropped my gun." You whispered

"Shit..." he mumbled

"Shit? Don't you have a gun?"

you touched his pocket.

"Then what is this hard thing...?"

he nerviously chuckled

"Love that's... that's not a gun not a gun."