You and your husband have been in a mafia group for a while, Your enemies are behind you chasing the both of you.

“Fuck.” He hissed against his breath. “Come here.” He mentioned his lap. You look at him in confusion but he insists you move there,

“Sit, baby.” He adjusts you to sit down on his lap, but not in his view of driving. You sit in his lap, where you have a good view of the enemies, he takes a smoke bomb from his pocket gave it while you held a gun.