Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
Make me your assistant

The sun is slipping towards the West, dusk has begun and night is coming soon. The feeling of worry mixed with Peter felt. He sat back and smoked, calming his mind. It had been half an hour that father and son were chatting. But still not back either.

Peter worries that Darion provokes and has Rachel sue for divorce. Hey, Peter knows enough of his father-in-law's hatred and dislike. One thing everyone should know, Peter doesn't want to lose Rachel.

It felt like Peter wanted to shout and curse at everyone to relieve the sense of unease. Until the sound of steps mixed with laughter burst into the ears.

Peter put out a cigarette and looked up, staring at the door. Darion and Rachel walked in with their smiles as if nothing had happened. "You waiting for us?" Darion asked, when he saw Peter sitting chest-shortened in the living room.

"Are you guys done?" his voice was hunting, flat, and cold. Hints at significant anger. "Yes, we're done. Looks like you two need some time. Where's my room? I'll go get some rest." Peter glanced at Keenan, telling the man to drive off.

While Rachel was still speechless, hesitating she walked over. Slowly looked up and grabbed Peter's big hand. Of course, it made Peter both surprised and confused.

"I want to talk to you about something important. Can we go to the room?" Peter raised his eyebrows, then followed his wife's wishes.

As soon as she got to the room, Rachel closed the door and locked it tightly. "What do you want to talk about?" peter asked again, puzzled by the situation.

"Something is surprising, but before that I want to apologize for all the absurdity and lack of my teaching to you. Though obviously you're the husband I should respect and cherish." his eyes stared at Peter with a shady and friendly look.

Jatung Peter is increasingly racing fast, afraid to hear the words not wearing such as divorce. Oh Gosh, only this time Peter was scared. Not by the enemy but by one deadly word divorce.

"Don't worry, I've never been mad at you. All of your scathing and indecent remarks made me like you even more!" trying to smile, hiding the fear that dominated his heart just now.

"I want to say something important, but promise me you won't be surprised or angry." Peter nodded, impatiently waiting. Clearly Peter must be angry, if Rachel says goodbye.

"What do you want to say, baby? don't make me wait." start lowering my voice, hold back.

"Actually I-"

"I-i"

"I-i"

"I-i"

"I what? don't play me. You know, I'm not a patient person!" Rachel chuckled, pushing herself to get closer to Peter.

"I've been wanting to say this for a long time, but my ego is too big and my mind invites me to fight. I was confused where to start, whether this is real or just a dream, I don't know. I love you Peter!"

Silence, gusts of wind seemed to support their romantic story. Flying Rachel's hair child, made the woman look even more beautiful and dazzling.

Peter loosened his grip, then rewinded his steps repeatedly. Seeing Rachel's gaze as if freezing her body. A soft, shady smile that Peter had never seen. Today Rachel looked up and there was no sign of wanting to let go.

"I know you're surprised, but here's the fact. It's been a long time since I've put a taste in you and it's stupid that I just realized when my dad yelled at me."

"When you're near me, I feel comfortable as if there's peace surrounding me. Seeing your smile and warm face, made my heart pound. Waiting for what happens. And when you left I felt lonely, like there was a void here. Isn't this love?" plain once, probably because only this time Rachel felt what was called love.

Peter was still unmoved, too happy to be speechless. The flowers of happiness seemed to bloom and beautify his mood. It felt like Peter was flying and announcing his happiness to the whole world.

"Peter, why are you quiet. Aren't you happy to hear my expression of feelings?" Rachel patted Peter's cheek softly, resuscitating the man from her silence.

"No, I'm happy but is this a dream?" Peter's like a moron who just woke up.

"No, this is not a dream. I'll pinch your arm."

"Akh, sick!" Peter shouted loudly, rubbing his throbbing arm in pain. "Look, it's not a dream, I really love you!" Rachel took the opportunity by landing wet kisses all over her male face.

"You think I'm pretending?"

"No, it's not that. Oh, my God, what am I talking about. I feel like a mad man. Actually I'm too happy to hear that expression of yours. But, why not now from yesterday-yesterday. You know how tired it is to wait?"

"I know, therefore please forgive me, yes!" Rachel clenched her ears, blotted her lips and showed a clear face.

"It's not that easy, I'll forgive you after you've paid for it every night for a week!"

"Oh, do you think you only know about se*s?" sizzle Rachel pissed.

“Of course, making love to you is a source of my strength dear!" Peter whispered, then landed a short kiss on Rachel's cheek.

"Then let me take the lead tonight!" Rachel pushed Peter up to the bed.

"So bad, I like it!" Peter let Rachel caress his body.

"You're so sexy!" praise Rachel whispering, teasing Peter. "You're taking too long, just let me take the lead!" Peter back down, did not make Rachel dominate because the woman likes to stimulate but does not provide satisfaction.

You should be punished for keeping me waiting, stray cat!

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Both of them lying with hunting breath, Rachel seemed to smile in Peter's arms. True, his father said, trying to accept is not bad. The feeling of happiness comes without asking.

"I didn't think you'd notice how you felt today."

"Thank you to my father, for he made me realize how much I love you!" Peter smiled wryly, feeling guilty for accusing Darion of no-no.

"And as for your work matters, I don't bother about it anymore. You're free to do whatever you want, but can I ask for something?"

"Of course, what do you want, honey?" Peter stroked Rachel's cheeks gently. Never tired of looking at that beautiful face.

" I'm not sure you'll fulfill it, because it promises me!" Peter was a little wary, afraid that Rachel's requirements were burdensome to him.

"Yes just say it, if I can I will fulfill it. Just not like yesterday, asking me not to kill my enemies!" Rachel shakes.

"That's not what I asked for,"

"Then what?"

"Please promise!" extend his little finger."I promise!" Peter rolled his eyes lazily. This is too childish.

"Let me be your assistant!"

TB

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