Joe
I was quick enough to grab the pistol that was hidden inside the glove box of my car and I glared around the house. I knew that somebody was here because of the flipped chair in the kitchen, the couch had a print like someone sat down on it for an extended amount of time.

Of course, I had a feeling that it could've been Chloe's ex-boyfriend, Joshua, or my ex-wife, Galina; although I was unsure if she knew about Chloe or not. I felt like Joshua somewhat escaped out from prison and was out for blood.

I reloaded my pistol and while doing that, I started to feel an eerie presence emerge from the other side of the room and we heard footsteps nearing closer and closer to the living room.

"Joe, I'm scared!" Chloe whimpered, clinging onto my side like a scared little child.

"I know baby. I'm gonna take care of this. I know someone's in here." I huffed, "I don't know who the fuck is lurking around the house, but they're about to die tonight."

Chloe stood next to me and her body began to tremble in pure freight. Suddenly, we heard a man's voice huskily laughing from a distance.

"Joe Anoa'i and Chloe Levine. It's nice to finally meet the both of you." He scoffed, "The name's Dante."

"Who the fuck are you, Dante? Why are you here? How do you know our names?"

"Who am I and why am I here, you ask?" He scoffed, "It's simple. You see, I'm here to kill you and your girlfriend tonight. It's pretty self-explanatory."

Dante quickly grabbed a revolver from his back pocket and quickly cocked the gun, pointing it towards us.

"Don't point that gun near my girlfriend or you'll be sorry."

"Oh and what are you gonna do about it, big man?" He laughed.

"What am I gonna do about it, huh?" I pointed my pistol close to his head, "I'll shoot your ass right here, right now. Don't fuck with me or my girl or else!" My voice deepened and I started to become enraged. "I will kill you!"

"D-Don't shoot us, please!" Chloe begged.

"I was hired to kill you two and I'm gonna take both of your asses out like I'm supposed to."

Dante's gun slowly started to press the trigger and before I knew it, Chloe sacrificed herself and jumped in front of me in order to save my life and my eyes began to widen in horror.

"Chloe!"

From there, I watched as Chloe's body hit the floor and all I could see was a pool of blood spilling all around the floor underneath her. She wasn't moving nor breathing.

"Y-You killed her." I stuttered and trembled at the sight of my girlfriend's body. "M-My wife."

"Mission accomplished." Dante laughed, pointing the gun towards my forehead, "Number one killed. Now it's your turn to die."

Seeing the love of my life laying there on the floor and most likely dead sent me into a rage that I've never felt before. I stood up and quickly knocked Dante's revolver out from his hands and cocked it against his forehead with tears flowing from my eyes with anger written all over my face.

"You sick motherfucker! You killed my wife, huh? You fucking killed the woman I loved and now I'm gonna kill your ass. I'm gonna make sure you see Hell early, you son of a bitch!" I shouted with tears still streaming down my face.

He started to laugh hysterically until I pulled the trigger. I shot him in the face as the bullet went through his skull and his lifeless body fell to the ground shortly after.

I huffed, "Rot in Hell, you piece of shit!"

After shooting Dante, I dropped both of the guns to the ground and ran over towards a lifeless Chloe that was covered in nothing but blood.

"Babe?" I looked down and felt more tears welling up in my eyes.

I knelt down to the floor and picked her up in my embrace and I started to break down. I quickly called for help in hopes that she was still alive and it didn't take long for the police and the ambulance to arrive.

"Honey." I paused, "Honey, please wake up. I need you in my life, Chloe. This is your husband talking; I'm begging you. Please..."

No response.

When the police officers stormed into the house, they started to ask questions while I had tears streaming down my face and my hands were covered in blood.

"Y-You have to believe me when I tell you this, but that person over there was trying to kill my girlfriend and I." I said, pointing over at Dante's lifeless body. "He said he was a hitman who was hired to kill us from what he said."

"Go on, sir."

"If it wasn't for me carrying a self-defense weapon, he would've killed me. But my girlfriend..." I sobbed, "I think he shot and killed her."

"Look sir, we're gonna escort her to the emergency room."

"Please! I don't want my girlfriend; my wife to die."

I started shouting from the top of my lungs and hitting things around me in anger.

"Sir, calm down!" An officer said.

"I can't calm down!" I shouted. "I was madly in love with her and that bastard took her life. He killed the woman I wanted to marry!"

"Sir. We don't know for certain if she's dead. We're rushing her to the nearest hospital and she'll be in emergency care. Would you want to come with us?"

"That's a stupid, dumb-ass question to ask. Of course I'm going with her!"

"Follow us and keep in mind that this place will be condemned until further notice until we follow up on this investigation. And this will be a private case unless you'd want it to become public."

"Private is fine for now. Just take me and my girlfriend to the hospital already!"

Half an hour passed and we finally made it to the nearest Toronto hospital.

I stood inside of the surgery room with Chloe. They were sewing up her wounds and I sat down in the chair and trembled nonstop. She was bandaged, bloodied, bruised; you name it.

"Babe, please be okay." I said to myself, bumping my knees up and down in an anxious rhythm.

A doctor walked over towards me and cleared his throat, "We do have some good news, Mr. Anoa'i. She's expected to survive, but the gunshot wound was nearly fatal and thankfully the bullet didn't reach her heart or else she would've died instantly; but it did manage to break some of her ribs and the bullet also came to an inch closer to permanently rupturing her lungs. It was god-sent that she's going to survive after all of this."

"S-She's going to make it?" I looked up at the surgeon with my reddened eyes that were full of tears.

"Yes, but we don't know how long her recovery is expected to be, Mr. Anoa'i. If she didn't make it to the hospital fifteen minutes ago, she would've died undoubtedly. Because she lost so much blood, she would've started suffering with hypovolemic shock and she would've been a minute away or a few hours away from death if we didn't get to her in time."

I looked up at the ceiling with tears beginning to well up in my eyes again and I dropped to my knees.

I quickly attempted to gain my composure and grabbed my phone; attempting to call Colby. I wasn't able to work in the ring for awhile until I knew she was going to be okay. I wasn't in the right state of mind to be inside of the ring.

"What's up, man?"

"Colby." I huffed, "Tell Hunter, Stephanie and everyone in the company that I'm not competing in the ring for awhile."

"Why? What's going on, Joe?"

"Look. Chloe almost died and I'm with her in the hospital."

"What the fuck? What happened?"

"I can't tell you right now, Colby. Just tell the bosses and they'll understand. I'll explain later on."

"I got you, man."

After hanging up the call with Colby, I watched as the doctors finalized the surgery and waited for them to allow me to see her from afar.