Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
Mobster

Breathing heavily, Rachel exhaled. Failing to persuade the man who began to fill his heart. Being patient is the best way. Slowly approaching and persuading that, Peter would consult a psychologist later is the best way.

Not unwilling to accept Peter's shortcomings, but his shortcomings are really beyond the limits of proclamation. Not physical or property, but mental illness. Imagine, Peter's lack leads to mental illness, psychopathy. Who wouldn't be afraid of that.

“I have to change it, no matter it takes a long time. Clearly, I will not stop before my husband becomes a normal man.” Rachel's strong determination.

The woman quelled her confusion, deciding to take a small step closer to the bed. And crawled up, laid his body in a comfortable position.

Rachel might have a hard time closing her eyes tonight. In the room, there was only one. Without warmth or Peter's soft caress. In fact, he was used to all that treatment. Once passed, as if insomnia suddenly came to attack.

"I'll make sure you turn sweet like the days before, Peter." stared softly next to the empty bed.

Rachel opened the next drawer, then put her hand through the contents. Looking for sleeping pills. Seeing Peter eliminate people reminds him of what happened twenty-one years ago. The bad memories that Rachel almost forgot about, suddenly spun back in detail.

After a while his eyes fell. Sleep medicine began to take over his consciousness. Hugging the white roll, Rachel closed her eyes, dived in the dream and waited for the morning. Enough for today, now let his body rest even with the help of sleeping pills.

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White clouds look flowing. The sun is rising, illuminating some parts of the earth. Marking the night is over. Rachel was still asleep, comfortable with her position.

It could be, sleeping pills last night with a high dose. Peter opened the door a little, checking the situation. Seeing Rachel lying down, she pushed the door wide without making a sound.

Her sharp eyes examined Rachel's state. Little wonder, found the woman still asleep at this hour. For that, Peter was looking for something.

Evidence that could confirm his prediction. Peter swept a glance for quite a while. Until the brown netra locks one object. Sleeping drug packaging.

Turns out the prediction was right, Rachel took a sleeping pill last night. Guilt envelops the heart, sad to see the state of the wife. Then, Peter's gentle kiss landed on his wife's forehead. Then, look at that pale face for a moment.

Missing, separating the rooms made Peter feel that way. In addition to not getting rations, also do not have a roll to be hugged tightly.

Not yet had Peter stood up straight, his long fingers holding him tight. Rachel opened her eyes, looking at Peter with an intense gaze.

"Morning, Honey!" greet Rachel, her smile expands revealing her row of neat teeth. I don't know since when, the name call turned into a call dear.

"Hm," cleared his throat briefly, then turned his face away. However, there is no denying the pleasure enveloping the heart. His heart skipped a beat with a faint red tinge on both cheeks.

"You're not working?" rachel asked, changing her position to sit, leaning on the head of the bed. "I'm on leave." replied Peter flatly.

"True, it means I can spend time with you." was about to hug, but was pushed aside by Peter.

"Don't pretend, Re. I know you're afraid of me" he growled. Tired of hearing Rachel's false advances. "You're the one who's pretending who you are and what's your job?"

Peter was silent on the spot," I replied, don't ignore my question. Anyway I'm your wife, it's important that I know my husband's identity" she added, causing Peter to worry.

Peter hasn't answered all the questions last night. Curious, that feeling still lingered within Rachel.

"I'll say everything, but promise me you won't hate me or leave me." Peter recalled.

"Okey, say everything. And I will stay until the end of life." concluded seriously.

There was no other choice, Peter lying on the bed. Wearing Rachel's thigh as a comfortable cushion. "You know what, my dad was a mobster?"

"Then?" nodding. "But after I turned 25, my father handed over the responsibility to me."

"So, you-"

"Why didn't you tell me before, don't tell me because your work is what caused my father's dislike of you?"guess Rachel.

"As you may think, your father doesn't want you to get hurt because of my work. But I insist, want to have you."

Rachel stopped a hand stroke, then looked straight ahead. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but it's impossible for me to leave the man who's been my husband." Rachel honestly.

"It's sweet, I like it." said Peter asductive.

"Then why did you kill them. Sorry, I don't intend to offend you. But is your father like you? could it be that he also has a psychopathic gene like you?"

Maybe if someone else asked, Peter would not forgive. As Rachel asked, she was still patient and answered without a cover-up.

"Yes, even more cruel than me."

Rachel's wide-eyed, "but that doesn't mean we're psychopaths, Re. We're not gonna kill just anyone. Only fans and enemies seeker because."let's Peter.

"Stay you kill people" protested Rachel. He rubbed Peter's hair and grabbed it repeatedly because he was upset.

A moment later, Peter did not answer. Choose to drown the face in Rachel's flat stomach. However, he finally looked up and spoke back.

"Then, you weren't afraid of me after witnessing that?"

"Originally you know, your actions remind me of an incident."

"What incident?" looking up, waiting for an answer.

Rachel fell silent for a moment, confused as to where to start. The warm grip made him aware. The woman smiled, "actually this isn't the first time I've seen a murder."

" You mean?" Rachel smiled bitterly. " When I was 5 years old, I caught my dad stabbing a knife at someone." Peter's eyes were perfectly rounded.

Not expecting, at such a small age Rachel went through such a terrible thing. Must have been some kind of traumatic Rachel's been through until now.

"At that moment, my face looked scared. But believe me, I was just surprised. Every time I see murder or blood, it comes back as a nightmare." Rachel explained.

"You scared?"

" No, it's just that I'm distracted and can't sleep!" Peter understood, it seemed like the decision to move the dungeon to this mansion was wrong.

" In that case, I'll move that dungeon again" Peter broke up.

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