AN: please note that all action that is carried out here is totally fiction and nothing more.
In the opulent confines of his private jet, Nix reclines in decadence, his gaze fixed upon the delicate parchment that bears witness to the binding contract of his marriage to Carmela. Each intricate stroke of her pen serves as a testament to their union, a union that wields power over others with an ironclad grip.
As the jet descends towards the awaiting tarmac, Nix's countenance shifts subtly, his smirk melting into a mask of solemn anticipation. Stepping onto the solid ground below, he is met by Ken, whose grave expression portends the weightiness of the impending ordeal at the police station. With a silent exchange of understanding, Nix prepares himself to navigate the murky depths of the situation ahead.
