Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage

Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
Pay with my body


Tonight Peter did not ask for rations, just a regular sleep by hugging each other. Rachel still opened her eyes, daydreaming. Think about meeting Grace later.


"When is the meal?" rachel asked softly, but glanced to the side where Peter was.


"Ara's birthday?" Peter clarifies Rachel's question. "Yes" Rachel nodded once.


"One more Sunday, on Saturday. Why?" Peter asked back, then opened his closed eyes comfortably.


"I'm just asking, what's wrong?" sewot Rachel, always using the opportunity to invite Peter to argue.


Peter turned around, tilting his body. "Are you afraid of meeting with your sister-in-law?"


Shit, why is Peter's guess always on target. Is Peter shady. "That's it, but I'm still not ready for hate, Grace!"


"Seeing from her maternal attitude, I don't think sister-in-law is that bad. His heart is too soft to hate!" yeah, that's how Grace was too good until her kindness was used by someone else.


"You don't recognize him! Grace is quite stubborn and unruly!"


Everyone knew that, evident by seeing his attempt to escape from Damian's clutches. However, Peter feels that all of that changed when he saw the love hidden behind his brown eyes for Damian.


"Prepare, tomorrow I will introduce you to my members!" Rachel rounded her eyes, sleeping sideways. "You want to introduce me officially?"


"Yes, you don't want to?" Rachel nodded quickly.


"I thought you were lying back then, so I wouldn't hurt myself!" Rachel said. Peter smiled, giving soft caresses to his female cheeks.


The two of them smashed into each other's eye beads, looking at each other for quite a while. "Why should I lie, I want to see how far you can go!"


"You underestimated me?" accused Rachel, with raised eyebrows and a cynical smile.


"No, but I want proof of all your words! I'm not the kind of person who believes in nonsense!" peter exclaimed, correcting his wife's misunderstanding.


"Well, I'll prove it later!" rachel's determination, revealed a face of spirit and raised a fist in the air.


"And I'll wait for your action, baby!"peter said softly. The man landed short kisses on Rachel's lips.


"Now go to sleep, you need energy to move tomorrow!" Peter pulls Rachel, eroding a strand of distance between them. Only then did Peter hold him tight, like hugging a roll.


Silence shrouded that night, only the roar of breaths of mutual disdain could be heard from above the bed. Rachel closed her eyes, occasionally moving small in search of a comfortable position.


Not with Peter. Before entering the subconscious, he wanted to make sure Rachel fell asleep first.


Peter gave a close hug, dividing his warm body temperature. Her hands were busy patting Rachel's back. It was as if Peter was putting his daughter to sleep.


Long enough, until the roar of Rachel's breath began to stabilize. Gentle snoring indicates that the woman has fallen asleep.


Peter chuckled, then looked for a comfortable position for himself. Only then did he close his eyes following Rachel in the dreamland.


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Rachel was busy preparing herself this morning. Peter would take her to the Gold Lion headquarters, and introduce her to all the members.


Happy, of course. Rachel will be an official member. And that was a pride for him. Although this morning, he was upset when he found out Ara, went home without saying goodbye.


Peter repeatedly explains, but Rachel does not want to understand before Ara calls and says it herself.


Ara was forced to go home without saying goodbye because she got an emergency call last night. He did not say goodbye to Peter. Luckily while out, Ara meets Keenan. The girl asked Keenan to take her to the airport. So Ara's safety is pretty assured.


"Have you finished preparing?" Peter asked from the doorway. She dressed up formally because after visiting the Gold Lion headquarters, Peter had to go to work.


"Yes, I'm ready!" Rachel replied, getting up from the front of the dresser and walking up to Peter.


The woman looked beautiful, but did not wear formal clothes, but everyday clothes that Rachel used to wear.


"You shaved your hair?" Peter sharpened his eyes, staring at Rachel intensely as if stripping the woman naked through the gaze of his eyes.


"Today the temperature is hot outside, so I shouldered my hair!" rachel explained.


"Let go!" pinta Peter with a piercing cold voice. Do not want the neckline of Rachel who is one of the valuable assets seen by many people.


"Let go!" Peter said again in a voice full of pressure, a sign that no one wanted to deny. Rachel snorted, forced to open her bun and stroked that shoulder-length hair.


Rachel's beauty is getting awesome after her shoulder hair in the beautiful booth. Peter's increasingly dislikeful, wanting him to make Rachel ugly so that no man would look at her.


"It's over!" Rachel asked, but Peter groaned in dislike. Then left Rachel without answering a word.


Cih, why her?


Rachel ran over, likening her steps to Peter's long steps. A little trouble, but Rachel still tried to keep up.


"Kee, last night you didn't send someone to look after Ara?" peter asked as he watched Keenan stand up, greeting him.


"I sent one Gold Lion member, to keep Miss Ara to the destination, sir!" keenan's gaze now turned to his mistress' breathless wife.


"Are you okay, miss?" keenan asked, holding back laughter seeing Rachel plop down on the furry carpet below.


"Well, you're so considerate that you're airing my situation. Is my appearance still neat?" not meaning anything, Rachel asked without any hidden intentions.


"Why are you asking Keenan?" ketus Peter, did not like to hear Rachel ask her assistant.


Peter deliberately made Rachel run so that the woman's look was messy and her face was sweaty. But her beauty did not diminish. It even looks more sexy when seen from the expression of his face that panting.


"You still look pretty, so can we leave now?" Without asking Peter to say with his trademark cold face.


"Who told you to chim in," Peter's hick was angry. Looking at Keenan sharply, wanting to kill him right now. No hesitation Peter put the gun he carried everywhere right on Keenan's forehead.


"Hey, get rid of it. You're why the hell, I asked and he answered so what's wrong?" Rachel snatching the gun makes Peter even more upset.


"Here you go, let's go. You have to go to work, right after introducing me?" seduce Rachel, then tightly hugged Peter's arm and pulled him away from the front of Keenan.


How dramatic!


Keenan shook his head, not believing that the man who left him just now was his boss. Not only that, Keenan was also in confusion.


If Rachel becomes an assistant, then what should she do on leave? getting fired? or should I resign? oh looks like Keenan will be booking a vacation ticket after this.


After fighting with his own inner self, Keenan came out following them. The couple got into the car, waiting for him to drive.


"Master, can I ask you a question?" Keenan lowered his voice, asking cautiously. "What?" ketus Peter, still upset with his assistant.


"If Miss Rachel becomes my assistant, can I take a few months off?"


"You want to die, yes, I don't want to enslave my wife by telling her this!" peter jolted quickly as Keenan finished saying his question.


But you enslave me, cih arrogant Mafia base!


"Rachel only accompanied me on small missions, you keep doing your work. As usual, nothing has changed!"


Keenan sighed tired, even though he had arranged a holiday event and intended to find a heart patch that could melt his frozen heart.


"Sorry, Kee!" Rachel patted Keenan's chair.


"Why are you sorry, this is the job! he's on the paycheck, honey!"


"Then do you pay me?" Rachel lowered her eyebrows. "Yes, I'll pay you, with my body of course!"


Damn it, you pervert!


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