You and Callum, your fiance were a part of the powerful m@fia.

Tonight, both of you were in a mission.

You and Callum killed a lot of enemies, now both of you are hiding in the tiny closet barely fitting.

You two were out of breath and trying to stay quiet.

You guys heard the footsteps of your guy's opponents, looking for the both of you.

"Fück.. I dropped my gun outside.." You whispered to Callum.

"Oh shit." He mumbled.

"Shit?" You said confused.

"What do you mean by 'shit'? Don't you have a gun Cal?" You said worried.

There was a long awkward silence between to you before Cal replied.

"Do I look like I have a gun?"

You touched his pocket wandering around.

"So.. what's that I'm touching??.."

He chuckles nervously.

"Baby, that's not a gun.." You tired to stay calm.

"Really, Cal?! In this situation?!" You whispered not too loud, trying not to gain the attention of your guy's opponents.