17

I screwed up big. I put myself into this. I don't have any problems with my husband until the mafia isn't attached to him. I'm expecting an impossible thing. It runs in his blood.

I bit the corner of my lips. It's midnight. The moon is at the top of our heads. He's holding my hand while walking through the garden toward the door. It's beautiful outside under the moonlight but the dark spots make it look spooky. Anyone could attack us.

"So, you won't let me ever go?" I asked. I wanted him to say yes. I wanted to stay with him forever but would he ever value my feelings?

"No one's gonna save your ass if you dare to step out of the house without my permission." He said. I stilled in front of me. He frowned, slanting his head to one side.

"Then you have to learn to be loyal." My lips flattened. He couldn't show his bossy attitude though it scared me.

He scoffed and luckily, it wasn't directed at me. "Then, you don't like her." He asked.