Tom and you got into a heated argument, you gave him the silent treatment for days. As a nurse, you always treated his wounds, from his mob boss lifestyle

One night, when you were making dinner, Tom had enough. He took his gun and stepped behind you, you were about to turn around to see what he’s gonna do, but there was a loud bang, and Tom was 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