Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
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Cristian and some of the members who took part in the search began to burn out. The forest is very large. It is impossible to trace the whole over the course of an entire night. Cristian looked at the clock for a moment. The clock indicates 3 am.

Cristian took a deep breath. Then, have his men rest the next few hours. As the sun crawled up, they would continue that quest.

For now Cristian can not contact Rachel even if just send a short message. There is no signal at all. Rachel's probably waiting for a call from him right now.

Cristian was helpless. But also a little bit of pity. Rachel must not be able to sleep now, whereas pregnant women must rest enough.

"Find dry wood and light a fire to warm your body!" christian gave the order.

Everyone immediately moved and picked up a tree branch that was already dry. Light a fire and sit in a circle, seeking warmth on the burning pile of wood.

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As time passed, the sun began to slowly ascend the throne. A golden shower adorns the sky in combination with a bright white cloud. Marking the morning has begun.

Seen, a beautiful woman sleeps in a sitting position. He was tired of waiting. From last night, Rachel's waiting for Cristian's call. But not a single call came in.

"Young lady!" dasha's reflexes shouted in surprise. Didn't expect the master to sleep on the living room sofa. She wears satin pajamas, and doesn't wear blankets. If Peter finds out, it's over. Maybe his life ended at this moment.

Mendengar teriakan Dasha, Rachel membuka matanya seketika. Terperanjat kaget. "Peter! apa suami ku sudah pulang?"

Wailing, hoping that the first object Rachel caught after opening her eyes was the handsome face of the husband.

Dasha fell silent, not knowing what to answer. Peter is his master. But Dasha is not Peter's personal servant who knows where and with whom Peter went.

Especially the illegal work Peter did. Dasha is not concerned. His job is to take care of the Mansion, prepare daily needs and serve Rachel of course. Other than that, Dasha knew nothing.

Seeing Dasha silent makes Rachel understand that her husband is still not home. Rachel let out her smile. Disappointed and worried the two feelings were mixed into one. Only this time Peter did not return to the mansion after making the transaction.

Rachel knows this job has risks. Where life is a bet and safety is a target. If not deceived there must be an enemy that lurks and attacks them immediately suddenly.

"Young master's gone?" tanyanya astonishment. Hearing the butler's reply, Rachel smiled wryly. Peter went away secretly.

"Forget it!" sahut Rachel's. Get off the couch and get a glass of water.

"Then I will make you breakfast, miss." said as she walked towards the kitchen.

"No, I'll have breakfast with Peter when he gets home!" rachel stopped Dasha's steps. Refuse firmly.

His hunger disappeared when not a single call came in. The day has changed and the night is over. Cristian should have done the search. And why the man didn't call her didn't even send a short message.

I don't know why Rachel's feelings are getting panicked. Where's Peter? is he okay? has he eaten? question after question flashed through his head. Just last night they split up and Rachel missed Peter so much.

"At least fill your stomach even if it's just a mouthful, miss!" still trying to persuade. Not wanting the young lady to starve and end up getting sick.

"I'm not hungry. Stop coaxing me because I won't be affected!" rachel replied. Sit back and look ahead. Eyes glazed. Mournfully.

"Then I'll make you milk. Please do not reject it, miss. Otherwise the young master will scold me later!" he shouted before continuing his steps away from the living room.

Dasha doesn't want to know, which is clear Rachel must drink this milk. At least children who are in the womb get nutritional intake.

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The sunlight shone brightly, piercing through the hollow roof of the hut. Exposing his light straight up about Peter's handsome face. His eyes frowned slightly at the seedlings grimacing when disturbed by the light.

The pain in his stomach and arms made his consciousness come back intact. Groaning after groaning sounded heartbreaking. Didn't expect a wound this severe would fill his athletic body.

"Be careful sir, your wounds are still wet and open!" keenan said as he grabbed the straw and let Peter lean on the straw.

Seeing Peter comfortable with his position. Keenan directly picked up the stainless glass located on top of the jug. Pour some water and stretch it out to Peter.

"Drink sir!" Peter supported his body with one hand. And take the water slowly. Letting Keenan help her carry a glass.

"You've asked for help!" Peter asked in a soft voice and stammered a little.

"There's no signal here. I think we should go back to where we were. Where is our car. Your wounds must be dealt with properly!" Keenan gave advice.

"As far as you go!" peter Sahut.

"Maybe after this I'll give you a long holiday as a gift!" he continued in a soft voice. However, the word holiday can still be caught by Keenan's sense of hearing.

Keenan's somber, jaded face turned bright even beating the sunlight out there. Keenan can't wait for the long holiday that Peter promised.

"You're very kind sir, I only need a week to rest. Don't be long!" keenan Request.

Peter's eyes turned sharp. Upset because Keenan doesn't know himself. The long vacation Peter meant was only three days, not one week let alone a month.

And look Keenan, already given heart and asked for heart. "I don't give you a week off!"

"Then?" raise his eyebrows. Look at Peter expectantly. May the holiday Peter promises be more than a week.

"Three days or nothing!" peter gave an ultimatum. Didn't want Keenan to take advantage of the opportunity in narrowness.

Peter's smile faded in an instant. His hopes and desires are gone. Come on, Keenan's been working like a horse from morning till night. At least the king would give him a long holiday.

Before Belle and Abigail were present in her life, Keenan had little regard for holidays or anything like that. He is willing to work whenever and wherever it is. But when they are present and color their lives, Keenan always tries to make time for them.

So whatever gifts Peter offers, whether it's money, stocks, houses, or other possessions. Keenan is not interested. All Keenan thinks about now is holidays.

That way Keenan can spend his time with his small family. Whether it's playing with Abigail or observing the activities of the wife.

"That's not the name's long holiday!" muttered Keenan denounced. Peter could not hear.

As their conversation ended, Keenan began to help Peter stand up and lead him out of the hut. Before that, Keenan put down a pile of money. Thank you for lending them that hut.

And in the middle of the journey they met some Gold Lion members. How glad Cristian was to find them still alive despite the severe injuries.

Soon they took Peter to the city hospital. Keenan and Cristian. Both men were in the same car.

"I'm sorry sir for coming late!" Keenan nodded briefly. Then he leaned his head and closed his eyes. Fall asleep.

Before driving, Cristian grabbed his phone. Her lips lifted when she saw her cellphone signal.

Tut! the tut! the tut! Cristian called Rachel.

"Miss, I've found Mr. Peter!"

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