Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
meet Grace

You're great too, not in vain my stupid boss married you! inner Keenan proud.

Seeing all of Lidya's men dead, Rachel smiled smirk. Pushing the woman down to the floor.

"Death to you, jal*ng!" rachel shouted before pressing the trigger.

Dor's! lidya's blood hit Rachel's face. Peter and Keenan don't think Rachel's smart and terrible. "It's done, right? let's go home!" Rachel put the gun in her pants pocket.

"Where did you get that gun?" Peter asks, feeling like he never gave Rachel a firearm.

"I stole this from your desk drawer!" rachel answered honestly. Again Peter rubbed his chest, maybe soon he had an impromptu heart attack. Rachel kept him shocked and scared.

"You are, next time don't act rashly. What if you were all right?" angry with Peter, he pulls Rachel into his arms.

"But I'm not papa right now?" Rachel returned her husband's embrace.

"Let's go home!" take Rachel and Peter agrees. The three got back in the car. This time the transaction completely failed.

Keenan drove his car out of the old building. The road seemed calm, before passing the bend. From there two black cars followed them. Not only that they shot at the car that Peter, Rachel, and Keenan were riding in.

Dor's! dor's! dor's! "Cut your head down!" Peter pulls Rachel down.

Moreover, the new Rachel joined two groups have come in droves to finish off his wife. "Keenan, aren't you papa?" ask Rachel, make sure.

"I'm not papa miss, I'll increase the speed of the car. Y'all hold!" Peter clasped Rachel's hand, smiled and nodded his head. Calm Rachel.

Dor's! "ah!" Keenan shouted as he felt hot lead piercing his left arm.

"You're not papa?" Peter looked up, looking at Keenan who was still driving while enduring the pain in his arm.

"I'm not papa sir!"

"are you still strong, Kee?" ask Peter again and nod Keenan. Peter smiled smirk, took out two of his pistols.

"I'll shoot them, you just focus on the road and increase the speed of the car!" peter said, telling me the plan. A second later Keenan added speed.

"I'll help you!" Rachel straightened her body. But it didn't last long after Peter pushed him down again.

"Shut up there!" looking at Rachel coldly, full of threat and decisiveness.

Peter poked his head, pointing both of his hands out. Gunshots rang out in succession, Peter firing at the two cars. Occasionally dodging a retaliatory bullet.

"I'll help you, don't stop me this time!" Rachel nodded her head and shot at the enemy car. Always misses, because Rachel can not aim at the target in a state of motion.

"Hey, don't risk your life, honey. Sit there and let me focus on them!" furious Peter. As Rachel continued to rebel she ended up locking the woman up with both feet.

And shot back at the black car. Dor's! Peter managed to shoot the tires of one of the two enemy cars, as a result of which one car was driven and entered the ravine. Shortly after that the sound of explosions rang out loud and Peter could faintly see a reddish glow. It indicates that the car exploded.

"One more car!" peter muttered, his wrist was injured by the broken glass. Dor's! dor's! dor's! peter's shot stopped, the man checked the bullet.

Damn it! There are no bullets left. "Re, give me your gun!" Peter stretched out his hand, waiting for Rachel to give him her firearm.

"My bullets are over too!" exclaiming Rachel, Keenan glanced at the rearview mirror.

"Wear mine!" Keenan threw his gun back, occasionally grimacing withstanding the pain on his arm.

Peter shoots them back, and the car goes into the abyss after Peter's last bullet shoots the driver.

"Stop the car!" peter's orders. A second later, Keenan pulled over and stepped on the brakes.

"Shift, I'll drive!" Keenan refused, he was not a weak man who would die from just one small wound.

"No, let me be sir!"

"I said get out of the way!" cold eyes indicate that Peter does not want to be denied. Keenan finally relented and shifted to the driver's side seat.

Like a racer, Peter drove his car to the nearest hospital. Keenan lost a lot of blood, what if the man really died.

Peter can't bother him anymore.

As soon as he reached the nearest hospital, Peter told the doctor to take the bullet lodged in Keenan's arm.

About three hours they were Peter and Rachel waiting, now the woman was lying comfortably in the long chair in front of the hospital room using Peter's thigh as a comfortable cushion.

Because of his heartlessness, Peter rented another room for him and for Rachel to rest. It's not possible for him to go home now. There must be enemies waiting.

Peter took Rachel into the hospital VIP room. The man laid himself next to Rachel.

"I'm sorry, honey. You must have been so tense!" Peter kissed Rachel's whole face. The woman did not react, indicating that Rachel was really tired.

"I'll make sure this doesn't happen again!" peter said before laying down his body, following his wife into the dreamland.

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A week after the incident, Keenan improved. Now they are at the airport in Milan. Prepare to come celebrate Ara's birthday party. Rachel unceasingly prays, hoping Grace forgives her mistake.

"Don't worry, brother-in-law won't be mad at you!" peter said, clutching Rachel's cold hand.

"Hopefully so!" Rachel smiled. They also got into the car that Hans Wilson had prepared.

Once there, Rachel's heart wants to be dislodged. The woman stayed on the spot, observing Grace's mansion-in-law. Very beautiful, coupled with the glitter of colorful lights, indicating if they are having a party.

"Let's go inside!" Peter grabbed Rachel by the shoulder, and pulled the woman inside.

There all the guards and servants greeted them warmly and kindly.

Rachel grew increasingly nervous, her eyes sweeping through the room looking for a figure that made her heart unsettled.

"Sorry we're late!" the whole view made them a highlight. Rachel was glued to the spot when she found Grace in one of the seats. The two of them hit each other's eyes staring at each other.

Rachel was getting more and more in a state of anxiety, but a feeling of happiness approached when she saw Grace changed quite a lot.

She looked more beautiful and more feminine than ever. Not wrong, considering he married a wealthy Billioneire. It's clear Damian provides care that does not play the price.

"I'm not feeling well, excuse me!" Grace ran up the stairs, leaving the venue. Rachel looked at Peter, and the man nodded giving Rachel permission to chase after Grace.

Rachel smiled faintly at the large family, "i'll catch up with my friend for a bit!" farewell Rachel.

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