Your eyes were blindfolded, your hands tied as you felt the gun press against your temple. "This guns staying right here until that scumbag gets here..." The voice from behind you said, that you recognized as your husbands rival.

Only seconds later did you hear the windows shatter, gunshots surrounding you. Fear evaded your body, until you felt hands untie you, and take off your blindfold. Dante's trembling hand came up to your cheek, his face plastered with concern, his shirt bloodied. "Mio amore, speak to me are you okay?" His husky, Italian accent came out.