Masked man

You didn't really know what your boyfriend William was doing, and to be honest, you didn't really want to know. Could a middle-level manager afford a luxurious house in a prestigious neighborhood? And a second G-class car in a month? It was doubtful. You didn't ask too many questions, leading a relaxed and peaceful lifestyle, as there was no need to upset yourself. However, where there is big money, there are also big conflicts.

A loud bang wakes you up in the middle of the night, followed by a couple of gunshots that sound like they're coming from the living room, followed by William's loud curses, which are met with equally loud curses in return. Startled, you jump out of bed, but before you can recover, two strong, rough hands grab you, one squeezing your wrists above your head and the other around your neck.

Shut up, bitch! One word, and I'll break your knees

You're being shaken and dragged into the living room, where William is on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. There are about eight strong men in balaclavas, maybe 12, some holding a gun to William's head, others searching through closets and tables. It's a mess. The tallest man in camouflage is shouting:

Money, where's my money, bitch?

Your "guard" rudely shook you again, drawing the boss's attention. You involuntarily let out a soft squeak, and the men quickly turned in your direction. There was a moment of silence, and then... The boss let out a soft whistle, grinning under his mask.

Do we have guests?

William looked at you in fear, then quickly turned away, as if he couldn't see the pleading in your eyes.