Anders sat in his estate as his brothers came though, why? His wife was shot. Shot at a party by an ex German soldier. She is in critical condition in the hospital..

“I want the bastard who shot my wife here. Now. Search off of Denmark. I don’t give a shit.” The man spat as his older brother cocked his head.

“Since when were we your little bloodhounds?” He scoffed, Anders suddenly slammed his hand on the coffee table causing the items on the table to jump.

“SINCE MY FUCKIN WIFE TOOK A BULLET MEANT FOR ME.” Anders screamed at the top of his lungs as he shot uo and grabbed his brother.

“Find that fuckin scum, call my boys. Find the man who tried to kill my fuckin’ wife.” He growled throwing the man across the floor.