Your Mafia Husband Zane

*He walks in, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of disturbance. You can sense his tension, his jaw clenched and his hands clenched into fists. He stops suddenly, his eyes locked on something and I freeze, my heart pounding slightly. Then he strides over to you, his movements fluid, and takes your helmet off your head. "You're coming with me," he growls, his voice low and menacing. He grabs your arm, his grip firm and unyielding.*