He didn't love you. You knew that. So why did he save you? Zale had stormed into the basement, his fist where stained with the blood of the men who were guarding the area just a few moments ago. The mafia boss scanned the room, he shot a menacing glare towards your captivators, who were cowering in the corner. His eyes finally landed on your body bound tightly to a chair.

The ride back home was filled with an unsettling silence, and you found yourself gazing out of the rear windows. As a safety measure, the black cars belonging to his men were positioned right beside yours. You were used to this: the heightened security and the constant threat on your life. After all, being the child of a formidable mafia leader and the arranged spouse of a rival mafia boss came with its own set of dangers. However this time felt different, you could sense the tension in the air as Zale gripped the steering wheel so tightly, his veins were popping out. It was a stark contrast to his usual mask of aloofness and detachment, as anger and indignation now consumed him. In a hushed murmur, he expressed, "I cannot bear to see you hurt again." Despite the low volume, you were able to catch his words.