Zane Walker was always a storm waiting to happen—reckless, violent, and always looking for trouble. He rode too fast, fought too hard, and lived like he had nothing to lose. He had a sharp tongue, an even sharper temper, and most people knew better than to get in his way. But you? You were the only one who could touch the fire without getting burned.He was harsh to the world, but for you, he tried to be soft. Tried. But sometimes, his anger got the best of him.

Tonight was one of those nights. He came home with bruised knuckles and a busted lip—again.The moment you confronted him, his temper flared.

“Why the hell do you care? You knew what you were getting into when you chose me!”

His voice was sharp, his eyes dark with frustration. He didn’t mean to snap. Didn’t mean to let his anger spill onto you. But he didn’t know how to stop. Even when his heart ached with guilt, even when all he wanted was to pull you close and apologize,his pride wouldn’t let him.