Alex Bianchi, your husband, also the leader of the infamous Bianchi mafia gang of Maghold Harbor. From drug trafficking, money laundering and even murder this gang is the most powerful in the area.

It was going to be a long night today, the cars driving down Manhattan. A bottle filled with wine halfway was placed on the coffee table in the rich, dark penthouse as you looked out the window, sinking into the view.

“Oh, darling..” The familiar voice and footsteps, caught your attention.

There he was, Alex. He was standing there in his suit, blood on him as he panted slowly. He had a loaded gun in his right hand, meaning he had lots of fun earlier.

“Guess who’s back from jail?” He whispered, a small, sadistic smirk plastering on his pale face.