A cold smile appeared on his lips, and I noticed how he glanced at me, then returned to Zach. "I really want to mess with you earlier, but Hiroshi fuck with me first," he said, rage in his voice. “No Hiroshi men, will come out of this place, alive!” he shouted, burning enthusiasm of the crowd.Zach ordered his men in response to his declaration. He stood motionless, staring up at us. And for a brief moment, I noticed how his gaze lingered on me as if he was trying to figure out who I was.That didn't take long, as he returned his attention to the situation. He began walking towards an unknown destination. My gaze chasing his back, my emotions conflicted."Get down!" the man yells, waking me up and drawing my attention away from Zach. As soon as I did what the stranger told me to do and kneeled, bullets shot at us and hit the wall. The sudden sound startled me, and I put my hand over my ears to protect them from the loud noise.I have no choice but to stay quiet and watch with widening

The car ride home is devoid of conversation; neither of us speaks. I know that this peace will end as soon as we get home.I don't think Zach will let this go easily, and I won't let it go, either. Why will I feel guilty? I have never done anything wrong.If going into that bar and finding out who he was by accident is my fault, then Zach hiding his identity from me is much worse.I never wanted to find out about this, to begin with. I sighed. I knew that I was only brave in my head and that when I was actually facing him, all my courage would vanish like smoke.It is already the middle of the night, and the entire house is silent. My husband walks silently to our room, and I do the same. The quiet atmosphere makes me feel even more nervous.I'd rather he yell at me than give me the cold shoulder, which I can't stand.Zach went straight to our bedroom, and I stood at the door and watched as he took his clothes off without showing any emotion. There were still spots of blood on his sui

Perhaps I dreamed of something like that because what happened last night was still fresh in my mind. And that boy with green eyes... I shook my head and sat in bed, remaining motionless.And because of how I met him, the image of that guy manifested in my dream. The stranger... Rizzo, which I believe is his surname rather than his real name because he always called Zach by his surname as well. They had a habit of calling each other by their surnames, which I'm not sure is the norm in their world.Wait, my thoughts were cut short, and realization struck me once more. Memories of what happened the night before surface like a flood in my mind. It's real, and everything really happened.It's my new reality. My husband is a part of that dangerous world, which means I will be as well from now on. I sighed and gathered my thoughts. Since it's here already, I can just accept it. There are many more things I need to think about than Zach being a mafia boss or something like that, if that is w

As we walk through the hall, the solemn atmosphere grows more intense, becoming almost gloomy and dark. It reminded me of the time when I walked into that bar not knowing what was going to happen; now, because of it, I have an idea of what party this is.I lift my head and look at Zach next to me. He hasn't said anything since we got in the car as if he has a lot on his mind. Even the bodyguards around us look wary of their surroundings as if they are on guard for something.Zach may have noticed my gaze as he looked at me, and he stopped, prompting me to do the same. Even with a mask covering half of his features and only his lips showing, the shadow outlined his handsome face, and his blue eyes appeared darker than usual, filled with deep thoughts.Zach never gave me a chance to ask him why he brought me here when he told me to forget about it and that I had nothing to do with it. From the atmosphere, I can tell this party isn't simple at all.But I know that even without asking him

The men are becoming more cautious of their surroundings with each passing second, and as I look around, I notice that not only on our side but also on the security of the other guests.Since Rizzo left, it has already been like this. It had been a few minutes, and I hadn't seen him again. He might have already gone home, or, as Zach said, he might be planning something I don't know about.The pressure rises even more as someone approaches Zach and whispers something to him that I can’t hear. But when I look at his face, I see a change that is so scary that he breaks the glass he is holding with his own hands.“Zach!” I immediately reacted and held his hand, which was already bleeding. "What are you doing?" I yell, feeling a little upset about what he did.However, as I lift my head again, our eyes meet. I went stiff, surprised by the way he was looking at me. It's not with fierce eyes, but something more frightening. A look that I never thought Zach would give me.I can't even react