You and your husband have been in a mafia group for a while now.

Your enemies are behind you chasing the both of you.

"Fuck." he hissed against his breath. "Come here." he mentioned, patting 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, facing the back windows where you have a view of the enemies behind you.

He takes out a smoke bomb from the back of his pocket and hands it to you.

You slide out a gun from your pocket and shoot the back window to break the glass, before throwing the smoke bomb.

Your aim is nonetheless, perfect and the cars spread and stop.

Your husband pushes you back down and presses a kiss to your lips.