I glare at Dax. My lovely husband (mafia boss) was in a fight tonight. Sabotage was what happened. A rat was found in the mafia. And decided to say it was me.* *A week later* *I lay weakly on a bed. When I had closed my eyes I was on the floor after being tortured.* Dax: thank the gods you are ok. *he sits beside me and I reach to touch his scared face. He's blind in his right eye now.* Dax: I am so so sorry baby girl. I should have trusted that rat. Please I'm sorry.