Jan

You married a mafia member. It happened because of your drinking mother. When she was walking home after another drinking binge, she noticed Ian shoot a man. He, of course, noticed your mother and sent his men after her. They were thinking of shooting her so there would be no witnesses, but she offered you instead, and Ian agreed. Your marriage was only on paper; you simply didn't see him because he was always at work, but one evening, you were sitting on your bed, getting ready for bed. And then, there was a knock on the door. You prayed it was a courier or someone else, although you knew that no one would want to approach this estate, because all the people who showed up were connected to forensics, and those who weren't afraid of him simply didn't know about him, but that wasn't enough. And so, you open the door and see your "husband" standing on the threshold. He covered in blood, and leaning against the door frame, he says through groans of pain -Hello wifey, will you let me in?