Late that night, about three am, Luther and Betty were sound asleep. They slept soundly in their new home. It was nice to finally own your own home. After all those years of renting, they finally done it and they loved it. Two happy people who were deeply in love, now finally had a place to call home.
   Suddenly there was a big bash on the door. It swung wide open, from a hard kick. Luther opened his eyes, not sure what he just heard. Betty woke up too.
   "What was that?" She whispered.
   "I don't know." And Luther reached for his house slippers.
   He heard the click of a hammer being cocked and then "freeze. Don't fucking move." Luther froze and so did Betty. "There in here you guys." And two more guys rushed into the bedroom.
   These guys looked ruthless. Two of them looked like bikers from hell. They had leather jackets, tattoos and a mean look in there eyes. They were obviously killers. And they were both huge. The other guy, who was probably their boss, was a little better dressed and better looking, but probably even more dangerous.
   Then the clean-cut one spoke. "Ok, where's Todd?"
   Luther answered. "Who? I don't know any Todd."
   "Hit him." The little one said. And the closest big guy swung a gun at Luthers head. He scooted away from the blow and smashed Betty up against the wall.
   "Come on, man. I really don't know any Todd. You guys got the wrong house." Luther said.
   The little guy looked at the guy who swung at him like he was a failure and a loser. "I told you to hit that mother fucker."
   Then the other big guy jumped on the bed and smashed his gun butt into Luthers head, knocking him out cold.
   The boss looked at the first guy, who missed and said. "That's how you hit somebody." Then he tuned to the guy who knocked Luther out and gently slapped his face a few times. "You're a good man, Satch. Now bring the bitch in the kitchen, were gonna have a little talk."
   "No!" Betty screamed as he reached for her and he slapped her in the face.
   "Shut up and listen. If you pay attention and do exactly as your told, you might, just maybe, live through this." And he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the kitchen. He shoved her into a chair, hard. "Sit down, bitch."
   Betty began to cry. "What do you guys want, we don't know any Todd."
   The boss opened the fridge and took out a two-liter of Coke and poured a glass. "Alright, here's the deal. You tell us where    Todd is and we let you live. Sounds fair, don't it?" He took a drink. 
   Betty repeated. "I swear, we don't know him."
   "Go shoot the husband." He told the big dummy. "Can you do that without screwing it up?"
   Betty fell on the floor, near the bosses feet. "Please don't kill him, he's all I have. I need him. Please don't. Please?"
   The gunman froze, waiting to see if the boss would change his mind, since she was begging now.
   The boss spoke again. "Why is that guy still alive?" Then the gunman continued to walk toward the bedroom.
   Betty Begged harder and louder. "Please don't kill him. I'll tell you everything I know. Don't kill him."
   "Ok Lou, get back in here, she's gonna talk now." The boss said.
   Lou came running back into the room. "He's gone!"
   "What do you mean, gone? How could he be gone?" Then they heard the sirens pulling up.
   "It's the cops! Let's get the hell out of here!" The stupid one, Lou said.
   The short boss pointed a finger at Betty. "We'll be back for you. And next time we will kill your husband."
   They ran out the back door and got away.
   Luther came in with the police. "Betty! Are you ok? Betty!"
   Betty came running out of the kitchen and grabbed a hold of Luther, crying. "They said they were coming back and they would kill you next time." And she cried on his shirt.
    The white haired cop was there too. "Who were they?"
   Luther answered. "They were looking for Todd too. But these guys were gangsters."
   Then Betty spoke. "One of them was named Satch and one was Lou. I didn't get the bosses name."