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Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 44|It’s Not About You
~Klaus~“Sleep,” Rylee murmured. “Our problem will still be there when we wake up. Don’t worry.”Her infectious giggles drew out a deep chuckle from my chest. She tossed a leg over mine, seeking a comfortable position in my arms.‘God… I’m in love with you, Rose,’ it was there on the tip of my tongue, itching to drawl out as I drew her as close as possible. Something inside me was holding me back; a tiny string with the vigor of an anchor rode, restraining those words from sailing out of my mouth.“Thank you,” I said instead, kissing the top of her head. “For staying when everyone left.”Rylee hummed; her breathing got shallower by the second. “They left not because they hate you, Klaus.”“I know, and that makes me feel shittier about myself. I don’t deserve them.” My throat tightens with guilt. “I don’t deserve you.”If she heard me, she didn’t comment on it. I fell asleep thinking about how my life made a complete 360 shift in two days. ~~Rylee and I landed in Catania hand in hand
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 45|I’m Done
~Klaus~ Anthony fucking Dominguez. That cunning FBI agent, huh? I want to laugh at the absurdity of this situation. I expected him to fuck us up, but not in this magnitude. No wonder he found the location of those warehouses I strategically hid from authorities and intercepted those well-planned shipments my team worked hard for. For months, I questioned my ability as to why I couldn’t outwit him. Turns out, no matter what effort I pour into outsmarting him, the result would be the same. He played me, and my father, the man I trusted and admired my entire life, was in it with him. Willingly or not, dad doesn’t have my best interest. He chose sides long before I learned there was a competition I should be winning. His lack of belief in my abilities was crystal clear; worse, he assumed telling me would eradicate what little hope he had of saving Berenice. It’s a giant slap on my face, but he’s wrong. I will prove him wrong. Biting back the rant itching to spew out of my mouth, I c
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 46|Now
~Rylee~‘I love you.’Sure, I heard that cluster of words before. It became meaningless at some point. My boyfriends threw those words so easily for their own gain. To get under my pants, to fool me, and because I’m a sucker for love and affection, I believed them. After Mason, I promised never to let love rule my world again. I’d like to think I am smarter than I was yesterday. But Klaus is changing that. Day by day, he’s weaving his way into the thick protective wall I surrounded my broken heart with. While doing so, he’s slowly yet surely stitching the pieces of my heart back together.There was no need for him to say those words to me. I promised myself to him as long as he needed me, as long as he wanted me.But the way he said it, so sweet and sincere, and the way he gazes at me…. God, he looked so vulnerable. Klaus and vulnerable were opposing words. It’s the last adjective I’d use to describe him.His green eyes traipsed over my face, glazed over with fear and uncertainty.“K
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 47|Melancholic Thoughts
~Rylee~ Klaus’ green eyes, still dilated with a flurry of emotions, considered me in the fading light of the day. He sucked his lower lip, nibbling it. “Give me three days,” he said, seizing my jaw and crushing our mouths together. Three days to consider my proposal? Three days so he could find us a minister? Or three days for me to think twice about my decision, I’m not sure. We were back in New York, but it felt like I was the only one who had returned. From day one, Klaus would leave before the sun rose and come home only to sleep. He’d kiss me good night and kiss me again before leaving, but nothing more. I don’t understand how it’s possible to miss someone I practically see every day, but I miss Klaus. I miss us. At some point, I even blamed myself for asking him to marry me the way I did. He’s facing a difficult situation; why the hell did I even put this burden on his shoulder? On the third day, I reconsidered my decision to move a few of my things into his room. ‘Maybe h
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 48|From Now On
~Rylee~The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree is a proverb that best describes Markus and Klaus. Not only because of their characters, but also with their looks.Same vivid eyes, pointy nose, angular jaws, and even the shape of their lips. Klaus is the spitting image of his father.Sporting a custom-made gray suit, Markus pranced inside the guest room, owning the space with the power and assertiveness he poses. He stopped within hand’s reach; his searing and assessing gaze softened as he smiled at me.“Figlia,” he murmured, tucking his hands in his pants pocket. “How have you been?”Even before they learned I was a spy, Markus had always addressed me that way, ‘daughter’ in his native language. Before, I assumed he wanted a daughter. ‘Who wouldn’t when you have one child who turned out to be as crazy as Klaus Martinelli?’ I supposed, but now, I grasped a better understanding of his longing to have a daughter. He has one, but the situation is complicated.“Sir,” I smiled back, unwar
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 49|Rule Breakers
~Rylee~ “Are you sure?” Markus asked, salt and pepper brows furrowing. I declined his offer to walk me down the aisle. He was the closest thing to a father I had since Dad, but walking down the aisle alone is for no one else but myself. It’s a statement. Since I was fifteen, I’ve been on my own, fighting a battle no regular teenager must face. For years, I longed to go back and change the sorrowful things I experienced. But now that I am peeking at the wedding visual in Devin and Ren’s garden, my view on life changed. Klaus accepted me for who I am, beauty and flaws. I will walk towards the man I love alone because I am strong. I will walk alone to Klaus’ arms because, after this ceremony, I won’t be alone anymore; I will have him. “I’m sure,” I smiled at my father-in-law, blinking back the tears brimming on the edges of my eyes. Markus smiled down at me and sighed. He curled his warm hands on the back of my head and planted a kiss on my forehead. Pulling away, he produced a rec
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 50|You Deserve More
~Rylee~ We pursued the lights dotting the footpath, flirting and teasing like teenagers on our first date. The silhouette of the thick forest canopy shadowed everything around us. We only have one route. Not knowing our destination fuels this excitement brewing within my body. I am eager to know what awaits me and not, at the same time, wanting to prolong this contentment I’m feeling. “I was nervous,” Klaus said. “Nervous?” I peered at him. The alternate blue, white, and yellow lights on the ground cast a vibrant shade on his face, stressing his green hues. He hummed, pulling me closer. “I know Dad told you about your sister and Dominguez. It was his only request,” he mumbled, eyes flitting over mine for a beat. “He knew I’d marry you with or without him, but he wanted to make sure you were in it with me one hundred percent.” The fear in his voice sent shivers spiraling down my spine. “Any man who can make Markus Martinelli do what he did is someone we shouldn’t take lightly,” I
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 51|My Purpose
~Klaus~ My wildfire. I’ve given up on taming her fire long ago and allowed her to burn me instead. I told myself to make tonight all about her pleasure, treat her like a queen. She just had to open that fucking smart mouth, and all my plans turned to dust. With her legs in a vice grip around my waist, I walked up the cabin’s threshold, kicked the door open, and kicked it close. I pushed Rylee up the cool surface while blindly groping for the switch. Star-like lights illuminate the cabin’s ceiling. I know so because I planned to make love to her beneath the stars. Her reaction to the planetarium hinted how much she loved star gazing, but she was too busy kissing me to fucking care. From how she gyrates her clothed pussy on my raging erection, I don’t think she’d be able to see the rose petals on the floor either. And I don’t think she’d give me time to light up the rose and lavender scented candles in the bedroom or even pour her some wine. Like a snake, she slithered through my h
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