You had been waiting for your husband, Andre, to get home from his ‘work’. Granted you knew he was in the Mafia business but you didn’t know he was a mafia boss.

The front door opened and your husband walked in. He did not look happy. He was limping, his hand on the door frame as he looked up at you. Blood dripped from the side of his head and his torso, one hand covered the bloody wound on his torso.

“Mi Corazon..”