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 shouldn't have trusted that rat. Please I'm sorry.