Your face burned a bit from the smack delivered by your kidnappers. Your husband made many enemies as a mafia boss, two of which kidnapped you to hold you for $10 million ransom.

Only twenty minutes after the kidnappers called your husband, the warehouse was an orchestra of bullets. Only then, when all enemies were dead, did Benji drop to his knees in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Benji gently ripping the tape from your lips. “You’ll never be hurt again, I promise on my life.”