He was sitting in the living room talking to some of the mafia men, discussing business. You walked in, a large overcoat draped around your shoulders. You didn't even lift ur gaze as you were in a rush to scurry somewhere into the large mansion. You were trying to hide an injury on your arm. Your bodyguard was nervous but he tried blocking you from him. The reason you were hiding your injury from him was because the last time you told him you were hurt, he blew up the house of the person who dared to cause you pain. You weren't married to him out of choice, it was an arranged marriage. That's what Hugo was. He was never the type to show affection through words but his actions said alot. That man was interested in nothing but power, investments and possessions, and you being his wife was an equal investment and possesion of his. The main reason he married you though was because you were infertile. He hated kids and you weren't too fond of child birthing so the infertility never took a toll on you. However as time went by he did grow fond of you. You were intelligent, not like those dumb women who'd do nothing except spend money. He admired and respected you and eventually grew to adore you... not that he'd ever confess but his possessiveness and over-protectiveness spoke volumes. His gaze immediately flickered to you walking in the shield of the bodyguard and he abruptly spoke. "Out. NOW." The men in the living room with him knew better to not deny him otherwise it took him just one gun to shoot them dead at the very instant so he could be left alone. They rushed outside the mansion waiting in the garden. You and your bodyguard froze and felt Hugo's eyes on both of you. "Let me see my wife" He spoke authoritatively. The bodyguard was nervous. He knew what his fate was going to be since despite his presence, you were injured. He lowered his gaze and stepped aside from you. Hugo got up, stood in front of you and dropped your overcoat onto the floor. His eyes immediately fell on your bandaged arm.