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19|My Truth
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Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 20|Suffocating
~Rylee~An unspoken understanding seemed to loom between Klaus and me.We went back into the party hand in hand, as though the earth-shattering kiss on the rooftop never took place. He introduced me as his girlfriend to everyone he knew, almost every guest at Evan’s party. I’ve ignored the sparks kindling where he touches me. My hands, my lower back, my shoulder, and from time to time, he’d drape wound an arm around my waist to tug me closer, giving it a light squeeze.Apart from this electricity sizzling between us, I also had to snub the endless daggered glare from women who had been eyeing my date the entire night. I met some of them from working with Cali, some were Klaus’ fling, and some were just mad, jealous perhaps, wanting to be where I am.At some point in the night, I had to go to the ladies’ room to freshen up and escape the social life Klaus warned me about. ‘Suffocating,’ that’s how he described mingling with these people. He made it look so easy when pulling the trigger
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 21|Like He Meant It
~Rylee~ Klaus’ insistent tongue parted my lips, robbing all the air out of my body. It made me dizzy. I moaned into the kiss, throwing my arms over his shoulder as he hauled me flush against his body. “She means nothing to me.” Klaus heaved like he ran a marathon. Chewing my lower lip, I bite back the smile at his declaration. “You don’t have to worry about me,” I said when all I really wanted to say was how hot it was for him to leave Summer and kiss me the way he did. Klaus groaned, grabbed my hand, and dragged me out of the building into the parking lot. “We’re going home?” I asked, sliding on the passenger side of his 918. Klaus didn’t answer, backing out of the parking lot and driving like a maniac on New York’s congested roads. He’s a constant law breaker; this was the first thing I learned about him in L.A., where we first crossed paths. He parked his car at a convenience store and told me to stay and wait for him. He came back a few minutes later, and we were on the road
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 22|I’m A Stripper
~Klaus~I’m used to shaving time driving wherever I go. Breaking tons of traffic regulations and disregarding speed limits.On our way back to the penthouse, I was a dutiful driver, abiding by traffic rules. If Rylee notices that, she doesn’t comment.Throughout the entire drive, we’ve been holding hands. She allowed me to pull her hands on my lap, leave it there while I shifted gears and held it again. There’s a comfortable air between us, a shift in our rapport since our first kiss.The teasing and flirting were still there, but it was borderline joyful and playful.I came to a full stop at my reserved parking spot in the basement. Usually, I’d be the first to step out and open the door for her, but both of us seemed to be waiting… wondering.Rylee was chewing her lip, fingers clutching mine as we sat there in silence.All my life, I’ve been so sure of what I want and how to get it. What I have with Rylee is like treading on stony, shallow waters with blindfolds on. It’s not only wh
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 23|Beautiful Show
~Rylee~ My subject, Charlie Vance, owns various clubs around the country. His specialty, kidnapping young girls traveling alone as they arrive at airports and whores them out of his club, sold them to the highest bidder if the girl was a virgin. People like Vance don’t give a fuck whether that girl was someone’s daughter, sister, or loved ones. And people like Vance deserve a painful death, one that would make them repent for their sins in the last minutes of their lives. Jobs like this give me a different kind of chill. Sloan knew not to give this to another agent, no matter how mad he was at me. Lined with ten other girls, I stepped into Vance’s luxurious yacht. It was his 42nd birthday. He invited his closest friends, business associates, people whose souls stink like his. Alcohol stench tangled with cigarettes, marijuana, molly, and all other drugs available for everyone’s taking smacked my senses as we entered the privacy of the cabin. Kaleidoscopes of colors danced from all
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 24|Beautifully Chaotic
~Rylee~ The plan was simple. Get Vance alone, make him lose his sanity with my hand job, and shove the venom Rain provided down his throat while he screams in ecstasy. His security would think he was just sleeping, tired from his vigorous night with me. Once we dock in his mansion, I’d step out of this boat where a getaway vehicle awaits me. Easy in, easy out. But some jealous prick had to ruin my plan. Vance dropped forward; I scooted enough to avoid his drop on me. Half of his face was scattered on the bed. I’ve got blood splatter on my hair, but that isn’t the reason I was seeing red. Klaus stood in front of me; smoke danced from the muzzle of his P320. “What the fuck did you just do?!” I asked, hopping out of bed, reaching for the towel by the nightstand, wiping Vance’s blood off my curls. “Me?!” Klaus asked, his anger matching mine. “You were touching his dick! You didn’t even give me a blowjob, Rose, and I am your boyfriend!” Ugh! Sometimes I really wonder why people in t
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 25|His Feelings
~Rylee~ Planting a peck on my forehead, Klaus tucked my hair behind my ears, fondling as he secured an earpiece in my ears. “Ghost,” Klaus muttered, his voice commanding. “Pazzo bastardo,” answered Ghost through the earpiece, repeating what I just said. There was an evident smirk in his tone. “What? I had to rectify the situation,” Klaus chuckled, removing the silencer of his Sig. Whistles and chuckles followed Klaus’ answer. By the sound, it was the Lazarus cousins, Kai and Hunter. “That you did, bossman,” Hunter said, and Kai snorted. I shook my head; my left hand felt heavy with the ring band around my finger. I’m afraid to look at it, afraid to even ponder what this meant, but we had a crucial task at hand. “Twenty men are behind that door,” Ghost voiced what I assumed. “They’ll be breaking in any second now.” “Then do what I am paying you to do,” Klaus instructed, no hint of worry in his voice. Ghost cursed under his breath; fast punching of fingers against the keyboard
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 26|Addendum
~Klaus~Since I met Rylee two years ago, her resilience never fails to amaze me. Tonight, she raised the bar so high, slapping how frail I was on my face.We’ve been in the water for twenty minutes, swimming in the dark, fighting our way against the ice-cold water.I didn’t hear Rylee complain. Her body was a lot smaller than mine. We shouldn’t be in an even field, not because she’s a woman, but because I thought I was a lot tougher than her. I’ve never been more wrong in all my life.Hands down, this woman is the toughest I have ever met, strongest even.“We’re close,” her voice shivered. It was the first indication that this situation was affecting her as much.But fuck, she can still think straight, and she can still navigate in the dark when I can’t even speak in full sentences. I only hummed, pursuing her lead.Like she said, we reached the riverbank two minutes later. It was the longest two minutes of my life.The first thing Rylee did when we crawled up the banks was remove her
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 27|Your Present And Future
~Klaus~ Rylee watches me, her gaze sifting. My heart inched up my throat, stuttering and lurching as seconds ticked by. She glanced down, fondling the ring on her left hand. “That is the most romantic line someone has ever said to me. When you want to, you can be really sweet, Klaus…” she started, giggling nervously. By her tone, I could tell a ‘but’ following that sentence, and it did. “But I don’t have anything to give you.” “Rose…” She shook her head, damp cinnamon hair swaying as she did. “It’s not because of you.” “Please don’t give me that line ‘it’s not you, it’s me,” I groaned, gripping her hips, resting my forehead on her shoulder, her natural feminine scent filling my senses. I closed my eyes, hunting my brain for the right thing to say. How do I tell her I am damn serious about her? How do I make her believe I want no one else but her? Rylee simpered, thrusting her fingers through my hair. The gesture was innocent, but my body finds it rather sensual and intimate as s
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