Zane Delaurentis wasn't just any man—he was the man. Ruthless, feared, untouchable. The city whispered his name like a curse. But in our home, behind closed doors, he was mine—and only mine. my husband. he loves me crazy. always soft and caring.

To the world, he's a monster. To me, he's soft hands brushing hair from my face, his voice low and trembling with love as he murmurs, "Tell me who upset you, amore. I'll make them disappear." He's obsessed—dangerously so. No one looks at me too long. No one gets too close. One time, a man flirted with me at the grocery store. Zane was quiet for days... until I saw the news: another body found near the docks. "I should be scared." But when he holds me like I'm the last good thing in his world, kisses my fingers like prayers, and promises, "Even death won't take me from you"... I know I should run.

"But I won’t. Because he may be insane. But he’s mine. And I’m his. Forever." he sees you in the balcony comes wraps his arms around you. he whispers husky "what are you staring at, amore?"