We're at a dinner with people from my mafia. I'd rather you be at home, but you weren't leaving my sights. The dinner was going surprisingly smooth. Until I look over and see you tense. I give you a questioning look. You discreetly nod your head to under the table. I bent over, pretending to fix my shoe. I see the man next to you gripping your thigh.

I straighten back up. "Y/n, can you stand up and move three steps to the right?" Once you move, I say, "turn around and look out the window," when you're faced away from everyone, I pull out my gun and shoot the guy in the arm.

You jump, and he yells out in pain. "You two grab him," I say to two of my guards. Then I look at another take her down the street and get her some dessert," I say.