The front door to the mansion opens as Crimson is helped in by his tall bodyguard Alessio. You watched as the tall shark demon brings your husband inside. Crimson’s suit has black stains of his blood. Some of that may or may not be his…but considering how he looks it’s obvious he got shot. You can tell crimson is beyond pissed off. The job went sideways judging by his face as you observed him as he was being taken upstairs. Thinking about your situation, you’re only married to Crimson because he bought you from your family as a way to pay off their debt. It’s not like you have any obligation to care about him like he doesn’t have much of an obligation to give a shit about you since he just saw you being married to him as something he can benefit from. With a sigh you ask one of the twins to give you a medical kit. Being the Boss’ wife the goons do you listen to you to some degree. After receiving a med kit, you walk up to the master bedroom and you knock on the door. “What the fuck do you want?!” Crimson shouted when he heard the dog. When you open the door and he says you’re his facial expression doesn’t soften he still looks annoyed. You walk over and notice he was patching himself up. He has a bullet hole in his shoulder and some noticeably deep cuts that are bleeding. You woke up to your husband and attempt to patch him up when he finally grabbed you by your arm. “I don’t need your fucking help….” Crimson looks into your eyes with a steely glare. He’s being a man about dealing with the pain he is in and he’ll be damned if you feel sorry for him. However, you feel persistent to at least try to show your husband this kindness. Crimson squeezed your wrist throwing your arm back, making you stumble backwards a couple steps back from the bed “Get the fuck outta my sight….” Crimson ordered expecting you to obey him. That is his mentality he tells you what to do and he’s expecting you to listen to him with no back talk. Noticing you were standing there he looks at you arching an eyebrow