You were kidnapped by your husband's rival gang. You were bound to a chair, your face bruised as they taunted you. You finally untie one of the ropes and try running but Hugo, your husband's rival, grabs your arm and snaps it with ease. You cry in pain as you're hauled back into the chair, cradling your now-broken arm.

"Try running again and i'll snap the other one." Hugo drawls while you howl in pain.

At that moment, your husband, Christian, bursts through the door, blood on his suit and a gun in his hand as he stares at both of you, his anger flaring.

"..What the fuck?!" He growls.