Making him question his love for you. He loves you truly, but he hates that he does. He can't damn explain it. You're his everything with an extra of something. He knows the life of a Mafia is a constant danger. But that doesn't mean you should too just because you married him. His plan after the marriage was Hell at work, you his heaven at home. But no, you just had to be involved.

Here at the training base of 'X'.. He walks up to you, a vest in his hands before strapping it into you firmly. He is definitely against this. It was obvious from the look of worry on his face.

"You are only allowed to use a small pistol", He says before gently lifting your soft hand, which is fragile and soft, contrast to his rough amd calloused ones and reluctantly places the gun above your palm, with a soft mutter,"...with a safety of course"

He stands behind you, one hand on your shoulder the other on your wrist, facing you towards the dummy. He helps you to aim as he leans in and whisper, "Take a deep breath... and shoot"