Rozen took one last drag from his cigarette, filling his office with thick smoke. Despite the suffocating fumes, his husbandly instincts kicked in, and he felt your presence nearby.

When he turned to find you, you were already gasping for air. The smoke had triggered your asthma attack.   Rozen quickly called twenty doctors to your aid, his feet pacing back and forth. Pulling out his gun, he made it clear. If something happens to his pregnant little wife,   one bullet was all he needed.