Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
Granddaughter

Two people sat facing each other, enjoying their romantic dinner. This morning, Peter had Keenan prepare everything, ranging from romantic places, Rachel's favorite food, and gifts in the form of a luxurious star-studded pendant with bright shining crystal stones.

Somehow the way Keenan conjured that simple green garden into this seromantic place. No one knows, what and how the singles secretary's business is.

Red roses decorate the local environment combined with long candles of white color, but distinctive aroma. The fragrance relaxes. Surprisingly all the candles are not extinguished when the wind blows it strong.

Satisfied with the dishes available, both seem to put spoons and forks. Dampen the mouth with tissues simultaneously. Then the two mingled while enjoying the beauty of the sky dyed black ash.

Even though the weather tonight is very cold, coupled with endless gusts of wind make anyone can get the flu. However, Peter and Rachel have no intention of getting out of there. Choosing to light a campfire away from the expanse they occupied earlier.

Peter composes firewood, pours alcohol to make it easier to light it later. When he finished, Peter threw a candle. Instantly the fire spread, burning the arranged wood.

"Dry!" call Peter to Rachel. He prepared two seats, for her and Rachel.

"Cold again!" rachel complained as she put her palms wrapped in thick handkerchiefs on the fireplace.

"If you can't stand it, we can go inside, baby!" Peter replied, taking two cups of warm coffee on the dining table.

"I don't want to go in, when else can we be like this" Rachel refused. Peter nodded in understanding.

But can not be denied the cold weather makes Peter worried about Rachel's health. The woman is susceptible to disease. Although they wear thick clothing with a knit scarf coiled around each neck. Still the cold could still pierce through their skin.

"Peter! I want to eat strawberry pudding!" rachel said pointing to a red chewy object neatly arranged on the dining table. Peter nodded, stood up and walked closer to the table.

He took the strawberry pudding and gave it to Rachel. "It!" exclaim Peter. Rachel remained silent, cool with the gadget in her hand.

"Buap me!" Rachel asked with sparkling eyes full of pleas. Both hands were busy replying to the messages that Grace had sent.

"That's so much, I like it!" fr Peter. Smile with red cheeks. It seemed like the man was imagining perverted things.

Peter feeds Rachel patiently, little by little Peter puts it in Rachel's mouth until the plate is empty.

"It's done!" Peter kissed Rachel's lips briefly. "Sonly, I want more!" Peter turned his head towards the table, there was no pudding left.

"Hey you! come here!" Peter called one of his bodyguards. "Yes sir!" bowing respectfully and questioning the needs of the young master.

"Let the chef make some more strawberry pudding!" the bodyguard nodded and rushed to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, I'm troubling everyone!" sarcastic Rachel, feeling guilty. Peter looked up, smiling.

"No papa dear! it's not a big thing you should regret. You didn't ask to wake up a thousand temples overnight, just a plate of pudding isn't a hassle!" Peter catches Rachel's flying haircut and slips her between the ears.

Silent for a moment, both of them were busy with their phones. Rachel finally reopened her voice. "Peter!" call Rachel, somehow Peter suddenly felt a bad feeling.

"Hm, you want something else?" Peter turned his head, looking at Rachel with a question mark.

"I don't want anything else. But I want to ask you something!" peter had guessed. Usually this question-and-answer session ends with a fight or long debate.

With a smile, Peter nodded and replied. "Just ask, I will gladly answer any of your questions!" voice soft. But who would have thought that Peter cursed in his heart.

"Me?" pointing at himself. Rachel nodded, propping up her chin waiting for an answer.

"Male and female, I don't mind. To me they are the same. Both little boys!" sorry Rachel asked. Peter's reply really upset him.

"Sorry, I asked you that question!" sneering and throwing face. Peter chuckled, "the fact is I don't care about the sex of the child, honey. Most importantly, they were born healthy!"

"I thought you were the same as Damian. Obsessed with girls!" rachel Gunjing. It was as if I felt hatred just by remembering it.

"Ck, I don't want girls. However, I don't want to burden you with my wishes!" peter exclaimed, pulling both corners of his lips. Making anyone stunned and slipped into the charm of Peter just by looking at that smile.

"Oh my handsome and understanding husband. My love for you is growing. This is what I like about you. You are loving and considerate of me. Even with other people you behave like a demon." praise Rachel and insult.

"Then give me a kiss!" as usual Rachel was caught up in her own words. Peter takes advantage of the situation and looks for profit.

"If I don't want to, what?" Rachel challenging. "I'm gonna make you fuck in here!" peter replied, relax. Folding the sleeves of his jacket, revealing a sturdy hand filled with muscle bulges.

"You're always forcing!" Rachel kissed Peter's lips briefly, she was about to put her face away. However, Peter suppressed his bending and deepened his kiss.

"It's so sweet, I want it again!" Peter pressed his lips to kiss Rachel back. However, a palm covering his mouth more precisely silenced violently.

“Enough, continue later tonight only!” rachel said frontally, making Peter hold back a laugh. “ You deliberately lured me huh, you naughty lady. I'll punish you later!” peter whispered, then blew Rachel's ear. Makes the woman's own pangs.

“By the way about girls. I remember dad!” Peter sipped his warm coffee again. "What's wrong with my father-in-law?" lazy to discuss Dominic. But Rachel's coco soul thrashed. Ask to be satisfied.

"You're not that close to my dad?" peter and Rachel asked.

“That's because he judges and fearsome difficult to approach him.” Peter chuckled, it was not wrong what Rachel said. Even Peter himself was not too close to his cold father.

"Actually I have tips, so you can be close and be his favorite!" Peter bragging. Clearly, Dominic thinks of Rachel as his own biological daughter. Rachel refused to be aware.

"What?” Rachel kepo, want to know these tips.

"So you want to be close to my dad?" peter doesn't like it. Afraid that Rachel was getting hooked on the old man for being too curious.

“You're the reason, you yourself want to give me tips. Why am I the one you're accusing. Basic king of jealousy.“ lazy Rachel, dismissing with the look of a wry face and an annoyed voice.

“Stay, you are so curious about my father!” unwilling to budge, corner Rachel.

“This guy just made my blood pressure go up. I'm not interested in your old father, I'm still sane. I just want to mend the relationship between daughter-in-law and in-laws.” want it to feel like Rachel threw Peter the fireplace.

“I'll give you the tips,” break up Peter, even though he knows Dominic loves Rachel.

“What, I'm ready to listen from earlier!” furious Rachel. Peter was angry to see the rambling.

“Just give her a granddaughter!"

TB