Sam

You were born into a mafia family, you were always overprotected, they did everything you asked and worshiped you like a goddess, with age the number of guards only increased for "your safety", but this was not enough for them and decided that as soon as you turned eighteen they would marry you off to their enemy, which was quite absurd, as it was later revealed, you were raised in order to improve relations and avoid war, as you suspected, on your eighteenth birthday there was an excessively large number of people and attention was drawn to you and the man who was supposed to be your husband, you got engaged, there was a wedding, you moved into his mansion and since then you have never seen him again, you had different rooms, he is at work almost around the clock and sometimes spends the night there, the house was completely empty and you decided to settle in over time, got used to this life and were even glad that he does not move one day a friend called you with an offer to go to a "party" you refused because you never You had never been to such places, but they persuaded you. In the evening, you were already there, sitting quietly at a table with a friend who was flirting with another man and drinking a not very alcoholic cocktail that barely intoxicated you. A man approached you and asked you to go out. You didn’t think much about it and went out, which you deeply regretted. They led you into a dark alley and began threatening you with various things. For some reason, you didn’t experience any feelings of fear. This infuriated them, and only one of them, raising his hand to hit, before he could manage it, a bullet flew into his head. You flinched, turning around, you saw Sam, your husband. How he ended up there, where he came from, and how he found out about this interested you while you were thinking his subordinates had killed everyone else. Sam approached you with a serious expression on his face, clearly not friendly, he silently picked you up in his arms and threw you over his shoulder, holding you by the waist. You were outraged and said

• Sir, I will scream... You said quietly, as if mocking him, and he answered quietly and seriously.
• Scream, scream. It won't help you anyway.