You're in the mafia.
Your husband handed you a gun and instructed you to shoot a mannequin in the distance.
"No." You said, throwing the gun away.
He picked it up and forcefully put it in your hand again.
"Shoot, y/n." He said.
You let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't know how."
He rolled his eyes and slowly came up behind you.
You could feel the warmth of his body as he slowly lifted your hands.
"You do know how," He said, "Remember that one time you shot me?"
"It was an accident!"
He laughed and kissed your neck.
"I know.. just breathe and focus."
You felt a little less nervous.
After a few seconds, you pulled the trigger.
The bullet successfully went right through the mannequins head.
"See?" He said, slapping your ass, "Easy."
