Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
My feet are sore

Taps! taps! taps!

Peter walked through the Mansion grounds. All the bodyguards standing guard bowed respectfully as the young master walked past them.

Everyone wondered if his young master had just been dumped by the assistant. To get home by public transport, like a taxi.

"Oh, my legs are so sore!" peter complained as he climbed the three steps that were in front of the main door. Peter entered the mansion with a feeling. The kitchen was his first destination.

Peter was thirsty, just imagine a Mafia leader would have to stand on the sidewalk for half an hour to wait for a taxi.

Fucking Keenan, I hope you choke on a meal. Curse Peter in the heart before gulping a glass of water until the toilet is not left.

"What time is it?" wondering, occasionally glancing to the right and left. look for a wall clock.

"It was late at night!" peter said when he saw the clock pointing at the number two.

"Surely my goddamn assistant has fallen asleep comfortably in bed. See, the day of vengeance is coming soon." Waiting to drive him crazy. Peter really wants to aim at Keenan's head now.

Peter walked up the stairs, wanting to rest his crumbling body. But, again misfortune befell him, the door locked from the inside. Rachel didn't let him into the room.

"God, what else is this?" annoyed. It was almost morning and his eyes were still wide.

Inevitably, Peter slept in the guest room. His head hurts, Peter needs rest now. These two guys, Rachel and Keenan. They will receive their own punishment later.

"Wait and see. I will punish you in my own way!" peter said grumbling. Before walking away from the main room door and into the guest room located next to the main room.

Peter threw his body on the bed, without cleaning himself or changing. The clothes were still the same, a white shirt wrapped in a formal black suit.

Tomorrow, Peter has to go to work early in the morning. It looks like Keenan will have to take a leave of absence tomorrow, considering he has to go see Belle. Peter should also be on leave, but what about the white sheets that pile up high on his office desk.

I don't know, Peter doesn't know. All he had in mind now was sleep and sleep. Dive into a dream, pray to God in the hope that Rachel will not be angry with him again, tomorrow.

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That morning, a wisp of white fog covered part of the magnificent two-story building dominated by black paint. The sun crawled up, exposing its light to shine on the earth. The clouds are moving, indicating nature has changed.

It appears that a man is still asleep and comfortable with his supine position. Soft snores sounded faint. Marking if Peter is exhausted.

Chequek! the door opened, Rachel walked into the room and stared at Peter intensely. Guilt envelops the heart, when he sees the husband falling asleep in his work suit. Even still wearing shoes.

With a sagging step, Rachel walked over. Then take Peter's shoes off slowly. Not wanting to interrupt her husband's sleep.

Seeing the look on her face and the aroma of alcohol attached, Rachel immediately knew if her husband had been drinking last night.

"Sorry!" lirih.

Rachel tucked the pair of shoes into a table column and switched to a long cloth that strangled her husband's neck.

Surely Peter wasn't comfortable wearing this tie all night. The srek! Rachel pulled him slowly. The same moment Peter opened his eyes.

"Who are you?" asked with narrowed eyes. Maybe Peter hasn't yet collected a life.

"Rachel," she foolishly replied, worried that her husband had an impromptu amnesia.

"Rachel?" Peter blinked his eyes repeatedly, not forgetting to rub them occasionally. At first it looks blurry before finally looks beautiful face Rachel who has been polished thin powder from a famous brand.

"You here?" ask Peter not to believe it. Still faithful attach themselves to the mattress and pillow. Not yet Rachel answered, Peter again asked a question. "What time is it?"

"Eleven hours less than seven minutes, why?" Peter turned his back, all his work delayed. The important documents are lying on the desk. Awaiting him.

"Are I late for work?" Peter rushes to open his blanket, he is about to get out of bed. However, Rachel's thin hands stopped her.

"Hey, what's wrong with you. You forgot, it's Sunday!" Rachel reminded, as strongly as possible Rachel held back a laugh. So that her husband would not feel ashamed.

Peter scratched his nape that was either itchy or not, then turned back to lay himself down again. "Lately, I've been thinking too much, so I'm not focused!" he closed his eyes back. Embarrassed.

Hearing the husband's answer, Rachel smiled wryly and laid herself on the empty side bed. Then hugged the husband's body tightly. Rachel hadn't hugged her big body for a long time and shared her warmth.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of my selfishness!" mumbling slowly. Peter opened his eyes, then moved his brown netra down. Glances Rachel.

"No, honey, it's not your fault. But it's my fault, you know that men are wrong and women are always right!" satirize with style.

"No-no!" Peter shook his head, trying to hold back the laughter.

"Darling!"

"What else?"

"We're better off" Peter hung up his line. "Then?" Rachel fell silent, waiting for Peter's next remark.

"Give me my rations!" peter to the point.

"You want me to beat it up, right?" rachel asked, I don't know for a few days she didn't want to have sex.

"But-"

drt.drt.

Their debate was cut short by the vibrations emanating from the flat object lying on the table. The two stared at the phone in unison.

My Mama?

"Thank you, mommy called!" rachel said, banging Peter's steady back.

"Ck, yeah-yes!" Peter picked up the box and pressed the green button. Pick up the phone. "Yes mom?" swipe with a lethargic voice. Upset because of the disturbance.

"Boy, don't you miss your mommy?" Peter rolled his eyeballs. Calling again just because I want to ask you the news.

"No mom, I hung up!"

"Durrect son, do you want me to throw sandals?" the cry of the bells came from across there. Soon Peter kept his phone away from his ear. Otherwise, his eardrum would be damaged later.

"Yes-yes mom, we miss you!" peter said, trying to ease the mother's frustration.

"Basic plan, you said you don't miss now miss. You're a rancid boy!"

"I'm just kidding mom!" Peter gets out of bed and goes out, leaving Rachel alone.

Suddenly, Peter wanted to do a chat session with his mother. "Mom!" the pagilnya shrewdly, occasionally looking back, making sure the situation is safely under control.

"What?"

"What makes a woman change?" peter was doubtful. "You're talking about my son-in-law hum?"

"Mom, Rachel's changed. He was easily crying and offended. Though he used to be insensitive, the war is easy to change. Sometimes angry, sometimes crying, sometimes wanting to be spoiled. Did I just divorce her?"

"You want me to kill you?" Kanaya was angry after hearing the last sentence her son said.

"Hehehe, I'm just kidding!"

"Joking around, you think this is funny?"

"Sorry!" sorry as Peter used to say. Peter was no longer stiff when he said it.

"I suggest you call our family's personal doctor!" kanaya said happily.

"Why, Rachel doesn't hurt. Did he have a mental illness, like crazy?" my God, this guy says all these things without thinking.

"No, Rachel's fine. Never mind, just do mommy's advice. Call our personal doctor and have him settle in New York!"

"I don't want to, Rachel's fine. Why call a doctor!" rejecting raw.

"Hey, I know how my daughter-in-law is doing. You forgot I was a doctor too!"

"But-"

"No need to but-but, mom will send him there. You can't count on it!" after Kanaya's remark, the phone call ended.

Peter shuffled his own hair, the two women who were most precious to him were now turned into grumpy monsters.

Oh God, how does dad handle mommy?