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31|Taking Sides
CastielSo... what do you think of Sloan? Want to see more of him in the future? || I'll try to squeeze in another chapter today, but if I can't, the next update will be on Monday. Thank you so much for voting, commenting, and leaving reviews. It helps with the story's stats to get some promotion in the app. xx 6.11.22
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Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 32|Empty Bed
~Rylee~ The penthouse felt so lonely without Klaus. Cold, silent. It has been three days since Philadelphia. I tried calling him, left him a voicemail asking where he was or how he’s been, but received no response. I called Ghost instead, asking how Klaus is doing. If Klaus didn’t want to be found, there’s nothing anyone can do. He needs time. He needs his space, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss him. I miss his cooking, miss the knowing crooked smile where one tip of his lips would lift higher than the other, a telltale that he’s in the mood to piss me off. I miss the stolen glances he’d pinned on my ass when he thought I wasn’t looking. Even his scent and his mere presence… Groaning, I turned on my back and stared at the white ceiling of my room. I reached for my new phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with Klaus’ face. Call me a crazy creep, but whenever I miss him, or when ‘Rylee the spy’ wants to take over and look for him, I stare at his picture like a teenager fawni
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 33|That Crazy Little Thing
~Klaus~I laid awake for an entirely different reason—my heart hums, swaying as though it’s hearing a cheesy romantic song.So this is love, huh?That crazy little thing that stopped Devin and Evan from spending their Friday nights drowning in booze and girls with me. With love comes affection, cheesy lines, and all those romantic shit.Come to think of it. I haven’t gone to a party since Rylee moved in. And I did tons of lovey-dovey feats just to see Rylee smile. Even my annoyance at what Sloan said makes sense now. I’m fucking jealous of what he had with Rylee… I want her all to myself, not just because I fancy her, but because I love her.Fucking shit.I’m in love… with Rylee.And I’ve never been more terrified.Sleep somehow embraced me through these jumbled thoughts in my head, allowing my body and mind some kind of breather. I’ve been on the move since Philly, not giving my mind time to think of Rylee. I was pushing the question of why I was so pissed that she gave her virginity
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 34|Eventually
~Rylee~ Still silence hovered inside the penthouse, but it’s the serene kind, comfortable even. Klaus is still fast asleep. It’s already dark outside. I knew he needed the rest from the bruises on his body when I slipped out of bed. It must’ve been a surprise discovering me in his bed last night. But I have to go back to my room tonight. I tidied up, changed my beddings, cleaned my bathroom, and read a book just to kill time. Sloan is still trying to reach out to me, leaving voicemails daily, which I directed to trash without hearing. I’m not ready to talk to him, nor will I ever be for a while, I think. My decision left me unemployed indefinitely, though. He might be offering me a job in one of those voicemails, but I’m too pissed to hear his voice. This wasn’t the first time we argued, and I still care for him. He’s my best friend, and I don’t want to say things I’d regret later on. I was in the middle of soaking bread crumbs in milk, a panade for the Italian meatballs I intend
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 35|That Is Not Us
~Rylee~ It doesn’t take much to leave me romantically stunned. I am a hopeless romantic, a die-hard fan of happily ever after. And marriage proposals and weddings were like icing on top of a moist chocolate cake. The words on the ceiling weren’t the only thing up there that left me speechless. As the spotlights lost their glow, a thousand lights lit up overhead, forming a mirror image of the planetarium where Klaus took me on our first official date. “Oh my God…” I parroted, lifting my trembling hands to my mouth. I was still lying on top of him, boneless, mind floating in clouds. Klaus was the first to move. He propelled himself up, cradling me on his lap like I was a child. If the cold bothered him in any way, he doesn’t show it. “Rose,” he guides my face to him, wiping my wet cheeks. As if the fairy lights and stars above us were not enough to melt my heart into puddles, warm white, yellow, and pink lights started to glow under the ice, casting an intimate glimmer against the
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 36|Deep Thoughts
~Rylee~“Fucking hell, Pascalina….” Klaus groaned as we stepped out of the dugout.Cali, Evan, Ren, and Devin loitered in the now properly lit hallway. The Reed sisters had red-rimmed eyes, evidence that it wasn’t only me who appreciated every sweet and romantic detail of Klaus’ proposal.Cali ignored Klaus’ protest of disapproval, approached me, and threw her arms around my neck. Mindful of her big baby bump, I curled my arms around her, returning her embrace.“I’m so happy for you,” she murmured, sniffing.This is real, I thought, as Ren also pulled me in for an embrace. “Congratulations, Rylee,” she mumbled as we pulled apart.They marveled at how pretty my engagement rings were. Memories of receiving them carved a special place in my heart and mind.“It’s so beautiful,” Cali cooed.Her sister nodded in agreement. “It is. And it’s adorable that he gave you his mom’s ring as well.” She threw a teasing gaze at Klaus. “You are pretty romantic when you want to be, Klaus.”My fiancé - o
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 37|Apprehensions
~Rylee~ Worry for Cali and their baby’s safety instantly replaced the joyful air between the five of us. The sun had already risen an hour ago. Seated on the couch, Ren rested her temple on Devin’s shoulder, already fast asleep. Facing them, I occupied the single couch, ankles tucked under my bum, while Klaus sat on the rug, his long legs extended in a V. His back was against my seat while I toyed with his dark curls. Evan was looking out the window of the room reserved for VIPs. It’s not the typical off-white room reeking of alcohol and disinfectant I usually see in hospitals. Paintings of different sizes cover the walls. The arts look random—still images, landscapes, cartoon characters. Looking closer, I saw Cali and Evan’s initials scribbled on them. Cali hates hospitals. It wouldn’t surprise me if this were her idea. Everyone looks exhausted. They were busy all day preparing for Klaus, and I’s engagement, and hadn’t had a wink of sleep. Ren stirs awake every five minutes, askin
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 38|One Little You
~Rylee~ Quinn Elise Carter felt so light in my arms. Her eyes were as brilliant as her mother’s jade irises, drooping. Pink lips pouted, forming the shape of an O as she let out a soft cooing sound. Her small hands clutched my finger in a gentle grip. It was light, but the pinch she had on my heart was stronger than a grown man’s grasp. . Klaus and I were both in deep thoughts as the drive back to the penthouse took place. I can’t get the image of Klaus holding Quinn out of my head. I have no idea what’s going on in Klaus’ head. It could be the exhaustion of being awake all night. Or it could be something else, but I am not worried anymore. Rain is right. Klaus and I have open communication that other relationships lack, and I must trust his words. Inside the penthouse, I debated whether I should head to Klaus’ room or mine. Yesterday’s intent on sleeping in my room became debatable now that I have another ring on my left hand. “Are you hungry?” Klaus asked, tossing his keys on t
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 39|His Reason
~Rylee~ I blinked once... twice, pausing for a punchline, but it never came. In fact, his green eyes reflect eagerness and patience, waiting for my response. “Uhm... does this have to do anything with the mafia?” I asked, silently giving myself a pat on the back for not stuttering, when inside, I was running around like crazy, not knowing what to do. Bound by a contract or not, a wedding will happen eventually, but he is freaking asking me to marry him now. We just got engaged last night. Klaus chewed on his lower lip. The same one I’ve been biting and munching on last night while he fucks my brains out. God. This man is really turning my world into a havoc of surprises. “No... no. Like I said, what we have has nothing to do with the mafia anymore.” He pinched his eyes closed, contemplating. Those green pools met my bewildered brown ones with determination. He reached for my hand, which dropped with a thump on my lap. “I’ve never been more sure in my life, Rose. Yesterday, when I
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