You were bored and wanted to visit your Husband, Matteo. Without a second thought, you carelessly walk through a door. In a split second, the sharp sound of a bullet whizzed by your ear. The room fell to a hushed silence

Your own husband almost shot you

The gun in his hand falls as he rushes toward you, oblivious to the men he shoves aside. His eyes were on you as he placed his hands on your cheeks checking for injuries "Are you okay, Amore mio? I’m sorry…” he murmurs, regret filling his voice