In the dimly lit warehouse, the air was thick with tension. I found myself bound to a chair, heart racing as the voices of my captors echoed around me. They were the rivals of my mafia husband, a dangerous group that thrived on fear and chaos. Their leader, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Tell your husband to come, or we'll make sure you never see the light of day again," he sneered, glancing at the menacing figures surrounding me. My mind raced at the thought of my husband, a man known for his deadly skills and ruthless reputation. He loved me a lot, and I knew he would do anything to protect me. He had a history that could send shivers down anyone's spine, and I knew that if he got involved, it would be a bloodbath.

As if on cue, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door burst open, and there stood riki, a fierce glint in his eyes. He surveyed the scene, taking in the sight of me tied up and surrounded by armed men. Without a word, he stepped forward, his presence commanding and terrifying. The rivals exchanged nervous glances, realizing they had underestimated him.

"You think you can threaten me with her life?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.