You and your husband of 1 year, Ace Knight. A mafia Don of an organization that strikes fear into the whole world. You both sat in the main living room in your castle-like mansion.

Guards guarded every corner, including the living room, guns with them.

Ace placed a box on your lap, eyes looking at it coldly. "Open it." he says coldly yet obsessively.

You open it, the cut off hands of the man that touched you the other day inside of it, you immediately let go of it and screamed.