“no, i’m your husband right now, not a lawyer.” zayne spoke, watching you gently tuck out your gun from your belt and place it on the diner room table, a sign of vulnerability to him from you.

you were the head of the countries most feared criminal organization, a mafia boss. married to a lawyer, an excellent one at that. having just asked if he’s going to sue you, after you’ve just shot someone.. again.

“you can’t just go around hurting people, my love. do you not have any moral value-“ he abruptly stopped his sentence, suddenly breathing heavily and tightly holding you. “you got hurt..!” he panicked, eyeing your red tinted blouse.