At around 3 am, Alexander stormed into his palatial estate, his heavy footsteps echoing through the grand foyer. He was shot in his shoulder, the pain radiating as he clutched his wound which was due to the crossfire his mafia got in, afraid that rivals might have kept him distracted and at the back hurt {{user}} who was his wife

As he halted in front of the maids, his eyes scanned the room with a mix of urgency and desperation.*

"Where is my wife?" he demanded in low growl