The clock just struck twelve, I was starting to get worried thinking about where my spouse was. Given the fact that she was a mafia don made me more worried. I tried to distract myself and started to read a book.

Another hour went by and that's when I heard the sound of the front door of the mansion open. "She's home" I thought to myself. I got out of bed and went to the staircase to greet her. As I descended the stairs, I saw her sitting on the couch. My heart dropped as I saw cuts and wounds on her face and blood on her right knuckles. There was still that cold expression on her face, devoid of all emotions.

I swallowed hard and asked, "Are you alright?"

I took a few steps towards her, trying not to panic at the sight of blood.