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The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge :SIXTY—THREE:
Silas’s PovA cigarette burned in the ashtray beside me, smoke curling upward in slow and lazy spirals. Pete lingered by the door, his posture stiff, hands folded behind his back like the good soldier that he was.Still, he was restless— I could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the faint flicker of hesitation.His watchful eyes following me as I flipped through the paperwork I had no interest in. He cleared his throat once, then again, until finally I looked up.“Well?” I asked.“You need to get out of Rome for a while, boss,” he said finally. “Go back to New York. See your mother… she’s been asking of you, and you know she doesn’t like being ignored.”I smirked faintly, setting the papers aside. “My mother has never liked being ignored, but I’m sure she’ll live.”Pete pressed on, cautious but firm. “It’s not just her, Boss. Your business and deals… you’re off your game.”My eyes cut to him sharply. “Off my game?”He swallowed, shifted, but didn’t backpedal. Pete was loyal, too loy
The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge :SIXTY—TWO:
Perry’s povI was about to pour myself a drink when I realized the house was too quiet. The villa was too quiet.I hated silence.It crept through the halls like a warning, getting into my bones until all I could hear was the echo of my own rage. My house should never feel like this… empty, and abandoned. She should have been here, on her knees if I demanded— her eyes lowered,and her lips ought to had been soft with apologies.But instead, I got nothing.“Imogen?” My voice cut through the stillness, sharp as a whip.No answer.I walked through the bedroom, my pulse raising as I met the bedsheet smooth, the pillows were untouched even the closet door were half open but empty of her.I sucked my teeth together, Where the fuck was she?I’d just walked out of a cage, I was in shackles. Shame pressing down on me like I was some fucking criminal. Me. Perry Cullen. After all that… after the humiliation of standing cuffed while officers smirked, after forcing my way back into my place a
The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge :SIXTY—ONE:
Imogen’s povI stood outside the police station beside my car as I waited for my husband to come out.The scorching sun was way too harsh but that didn’t deter me from anything I had in mind. No matter what was going to happen— I was ready to go ahead with my plan.The buzzing of the gates snapped me out of my thoughts, and my sight shifted to the gate to see Perry.His smile was the same— it had always been the same. Arrogant and hollow, like he thought the world bent to him. Two officers were with him as he walked forward, their presence almost amusing because even in cuffs, he moved like he owned them.Weird but I was prepared to make this quick.I had begged Silas to help me get him out— even had to lie just to get him out.Before I could gather my thoughts, they were already standing in front of me and that made me a lottle bit nervous but I had to keep myself steady.“Good day, officers,” I said as I took a quick sniff as a way to ground myself.“Mrs Cullen…”“Please,” I cut
The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge :SIXTY:
Imogen’s POVThe first thing I felt was warmth.Not the fever heat that had burned through my body before, but something steadier. A weight, that felt gentle, grounding and wrapped around my hand.Slowly, I tried to open my really heavy eyes.Light shone through the curtains, soft and muted. My chest ached as I pulled in a slow and sharp breath, and when my vision cleared, I jolted upright with a sharp but short gasp.For a split second, terror consumed me— had Perry brought me back? Had I only dreamed of escaping?Then I saw him.Silas.His head rested on the edge of the bed, dark hair falling over his brow, his hand wrapped securely around mine as though even in sleep he refused to let go. His chest rose and fell evenly, his hard demeanor softened in slumber, though even then he looked like a man ready to wake at the first sign of danger.Relief flooded me so fast it stole the air from my lungs. My body eased back against the pillows, trembling, but no longer from fear.I wasn’t w
The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge :FIFTY—NINE:
Silas’s PovI was pacing when Pete came in with yet another mysterious woman— I had no idea who this was but she was dressed in a maid clothing.This wasn’t what I asked for.This wasn’t what I wanted.But Pete knew better than to test my patience. If he dared bring someone into my space without reason, he had better come with an explanation that would save his skin“Boss,” he called out.I stopped mid-step, my glare snapping to him. My eyes shifted to the woman standing half a step behind him, her head bowed, hands clutching the edge of her apron like she thought it could shield her from me.“Who the fuck is this?” My voice cut through the air like a whip.Pete raised his palms, careful, and measured. “She’s not a threat.”I ignored him, my attention was fixed on her. “Speak! Who are you?”The woman’s throat worked as she tried to form words. Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling like glass about to break. “I… I’m her maid. Please… I didn’t come to cause trouble.”A maid?Pete
The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge :FIFTY—EIGHT:
Silas’s PovFor the first time in a long time— I got scared.“Imogen.” My voice cracked, too sharp, too desperate, nothing like the man the world feared.I froze for a second, but without thinking I hurriedly ran to where she was on the couch, placing my ear on her chest to hear her heart beating.I did.A slight relief washed over me but her breaths had become really short and her temperature was through the roof.I didn’t think—I couldn’t. My phone was in my hand before the thought had even registered, the number already dialed.“Get the doctor here. Now!” I barked, my voice a crazy mix of command and panic. “If he’s not through that door in ten minutes, I’ll burn the hospital to the fucking ground and ruin him too!”I didn’t wait for a response. I ended the call and forced myself to breathe, but my chest wouldn’t loosen up. My pulse roared way too loud in my ears as I looked back at her pale face. She looked too still. Too breakable.No! Not her. Not like this.I jumped to my
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