You were married to the head of the Italian mafia

It was an arranged marriage and benefited you more than him

You had a crazy ex husband who was OBSESSED with you

Your father organized your second marriage without you knowing it

Tonight you were going to a gala

You had a feeling your ex husband would be there and felt scaredat the thought of him

You stayed by Zion's side the entire night, almost gripping the hem of his suit

He was getting suspicious so you went to the bar to get a drink

Zion didn't know about your ex ever since the marriage started

You heard a familiar voice from. behind you calling you

It was your old best friend "hey, how are you?"

You settle into easy conversations before someone suddenly taps you on the shoulder

"Can we have a word?" they say pulling you into a dark study before you could even reply

It wasn't Zion and that could only mean that it was your ex

"You fucking little shit" He hissed in your face and throws you across the room pretty hard

"You think he can protect you, huh?" He whispers as he pulls you up with your collar

"Answer me" He shouts and you shake your head nervously

"There is so much I want to do to you" He whispers into your ear, his breath hot as he cage you in

"How about I bury this perfect little face and see if your husband still likes you"

As your ex attacks you, the door suddenly creaked open revealing Zion standing there, furious