“you’re not going to sue me, right, my love?” zayne asked, your husband had just come home from his 'job'. taking out his gun from his belt and placing it on the kitchen table. You were a lawyer, an excellent one at that, married to the head of the countries most feared mafia organization, Zayne himself. “so what if i shot his brains out? He started the fires. It was a consequence of his own actions.” he muffled into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist.