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39|His Reason
CastielThank you for leaving such sweet comments and reviews, guys. || So... wanna guess how the wedding will go? Spontaneous or grand? || I only have one chapter for today. It's my daughter's fifth birthday, and we went out to celebrate earlier. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. xx 6.16.22
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Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 40|Too Perfect
~Rylee~ Huntersville, particularly Klaus’ plantation in summer, is a slice of paradise on earth. Everywhere I glanced as the drive to the villa took place, there was endless green lush scenery. This is heaven for someone who grew up in the mountain town of Big Timber, Montana, and was brought up by a father who was mad crazy about wilderness adventures. I had a hard time adjusting to the city’s busy life, and even now, I still crave being close to nature. Klaus made a complete stop in the middle of the dirt road. I glanced at the driver’s side. Klaus was already sliding out, quickly rounding the hood and opening the door for me. “I want to show you something,” he says, offering a hand. I took it, suppressing the girlish squeal at the chivalrous act. It wasn’t the first time he had done this and won’t be the last either, but I like that he’s being such a gentleman towards me when we’re outside the bedroom and fucks me roughly when we’re inside. Slowly yet surely, Klaus is changing
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 41|On The Sideline
~Rylee~ “Morocco?” I parroted, confident that I must be mishearing things. “Yes,” was Klaus’ firm response. “Ghost and Rain are there,” I stated. “We should call them. They can help us since they’re already there.” Klaus laughed at my suggestion, as if it was the dumbest idea he had ever heard. I was hopeful that I misinterpreted this situation wrong. It can’t be possible, is it? But then Klaus’ following statement gave shape to my fear. “Why the fuck would I warn the traitor that I am coming for him?” No amount of training or experience could prepare anyone for this kind of situation. As we entered the freeway, Klaus’ grip on the steering wheel tightened, and his knuckles drained of color. Breaking the speed limit was nothing new to Klaus, but the person behind the wheel glared at the road as if it were a one-way highway to hell. “Klaus…” I mumbled, mindful of my tone. He’s like a ticking bomb. One poke and he’d explode. “Are you sure? This is Ghost, your right hand man.” “All
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 42|Broken Pieces
~Rylee~ A rusty, tattered knife could slice through the tension inside the plane as we crossed the North Atlantic Ocean. There were stolen glances here and there, but no one dared say a word. Seated across from me on the pristine white seat of his private plane, Klaus gapes at the slowly fading darkness of the night, giving way to a new day. Ash and Hunter were facing each other, wearing solemn, worried guises. Kai was fast asleep in the cabin. He finished an entire bottle of vodka just in time for the attendant to finish administering first aid to his broken nose. I was itching to ask Ash what evidence they have against Ghost, still convinced that this was just a big misunderstanding. I would bet my life on it; Ghost would never betray Klaus like this. Arriving at the airport, two SUVs were waiting for us. I silently followed Klaus into the first SUV while Hunter, Ash, and Kai followed behind us. Morocco was beautiful. I’ve been here for a job once, but the drumming inside my che
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 43|You Are Enough
~Rylee~ Night blanketed the city of Agadir, casting darkness on the beach. The indistinct echo of the upbeat music drumming two hundred meters away from the villa hasn’t lulled a bit. It was nearing midnight, yet the nightlife in this city was just beginning. It would’ve been a dream to see this city for a vacation. Stroll down this stretch of sand hand in hand with Klaus. Crash into that party, dance with him like there was no tomorrow… tease him and end our night with wild, untamable passion. But that is just it—a dream. Klaus stormed inside the villa right after everyone left, locked himself in what I would assume was his room, and never stepped out since. It was too quiet; I worried he might have done something to himself. He’s strong; I reminded myself when I was tempted to knock down his door. Rain: Ghost is as good as he can be, given the situation. We will leave for Malapascua in the morning. I read Rain’s reply to my question about Ghost status. Rylee: At Blade’s place?
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
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