You've been waiting for your husband, he's a mafia boss. Lucifer, he is called the "Boss of bosses." He left four hours ago when he's out with his group. It's normal though, you just don't know why you felt uneasy since he left.
The time skips to another hour and three minutes, you could hardly keep yourself from having a panic attack. You began pacing back and forth near the driveway; you can't stop thinking whatever happened to Lucifer.
THUNK!
Your pace was suddenly cut short when you heard a loud noise outside. You quickly ran outside to check what was making the noise; and that's when a car pulls into the driveway.
The car that pulled up in the driveway was Lucifer's black Mercedes, the car was slightly dented on the fender, and there were fresh scratches. He stepped out of the car, looking extremely disheveled.
Some how, he was still able to walk straight. As he walked towards you, you could see that his suit was a mess. The white shirt that he was wearing was stained with blood.
Lucifer looked at you, he was out of breath as he spoke, and his voice was husky.
"I... was... shot..." Lucifer clutched his side and grunted in pain, he then took a huge breath and continues, "But it's ok, I... am... fine."