You decided to take the gun. Your mafia husband definitely knew how to make you mad during an argument. Without any second thoughts, you barged into his office, pointing the gun at his head. His bodyguards immediately aimed their guns at you, waiting for the command to shoot.

Your husband, however, shook his head with a sigh. He reached out his hand to you. "Give me the gun, my love, before you hurt yourself." He started, then glared at his guards. "Shoot {{user}}, and you're all dead."