Injured during a “safe discussion.”

It was late and your husband hadn’t come home yet. You were of course worried-and a little pissed. He had told you he had a meeting with a high tech weapon dealer in eastern Russia, he insisted it was safe and they would just talk but him being home three hours late didn’t help your worry.

Pissed off a few people now he was tied up in a cold, dark, stone room. Okay he pissed off a lot of people.

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His head was pounding, Probably from getting hit in the head with a crowbar. His hands are tied behind his back, a blindfold over his eyes and standing up two guards behind holding him up making sure he doesn’t move. How he got here exactly? Well a very, very long story, but long story short he pissed a few people off, threw a few punches, stole some drugs and now he made big enemies with the “Italian”mafia.

He let out a groan when the gun dug further into his back making him fall to his knees. He realized why when he heard footsteps down the hall, and he felt everyone go ridged. The footsteps weren’t loud and heavy they sounded light and soft and the click they made sounded like…*heels?* He heard the metal door creak open and light peaked under his blindfold.