Wrecking My Husband

Chapter 2: The truth. The cars in front entered through a black gate into an enormous compound. The car drove past a really big fountain down to where the rest of the cars were. Armani stepped out and gestured for us to do get down. All the armed men stood salute. The house was painted white, flowers filled the area and there was a fountain feet away from where the building was. I knew from the moment I saw the fleeting cars that these people had more power and wealth than I could ever comprehend. It felt like entering the Whitehouse or even grander. The armed men got out and stood, salute. I didn't care about all of that, I just wanted my family. A man of average height whose grey hair was slowly overtaking the black shiny ones with a pot belly wearing a white shirt with loose buttons exposing his chain and tattooed chest, accompanied by two armed men stepped out of the house. He took a puff of his cigar and smiled at Maria and I. "Come." She gave me her hand to hold. She waltzed

Chapter 4: Husband and Wife. "You look gorgeous." Maria held my face. "Careful, you'll smudge my make-up." I cautioned her. "Of course." She withdrew her hands. "If you don't want to do this, let me know. Even if Maria said something-" "I want to do this, father," I told Rafaelle and he sighed. Perhaps he wanted a child so badly that he treated me like his own. He was willing to kill Dante for me, but I wanted to do it myself. I wanted to do it myself. I should've allowed him to, maybe then I wouldn't have to marry his son. I looked at myself, my brown locs were braided neatly, not a single strand left astray across my face. My heavy wedding gown restricting me from moving freely. I wanted nothing than for it to be ripped off me. It was like a snow white like wedding gown. Dante was the witch who fed me an apple and I was marrying his son and not a prince, or maybe I was Elsa, would fit, but I wanted to burn Dante, not to freeze him. Anyway, I was certainly no princess ge

Chapter 6: Breaking In. I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. I wasn't expecting Adriano to leave so early, not after last night. I got off bed and changed into my bathing robe, tied my hair into a messy bun and went into the bathroom to brush. "Serena." I heard Adriano's voice from the room. He hadn't left like I thought he did. I went out with the brush in my mouth and saw him holding a tray of food. I saw a plate with pancakes, blue berry and a bottle of maple syrup. My favorite breakfast. He was really trying to give his all, but I didn't get married to him to get all lovey dovey. I mumbled some words, telling him I wanted to quickly brush my teeth, but they only came out as gibberish. I guess he got the message though as he gestured for me to go. I finished and came back. He was already sitting on the bed, and the tray was on a small round wooden table. He was shirtless but had an apron on. At least he wore pants. Adriano was at least taller than six feet. I was small an

CHAPTER 8: Sweet but Psycho I wanted to see what I would be up against. "The nerve of this man to rat us out to the authorities." Adriano was clearly upset. "I-I didn't d-do..." "Who told you to speak, fucker?" Adriano slapped him and wiped the blood off his palm. That must have hurt. I grimaced. "Did you or did you not leak the warehouse's location?" "I-I." "I hate liars, Rico. I really do. I saved your family, gave you my undying protection, let you off with your debts, and the only thing you could do to me was rat me out?" The man shook his head violently. Must be hard for him, I thought. I had dealt with men like him in the past, men who would lie till they die. Telling the truth should at least redeem them somehow at their last breath, but some things can't be helped...some things have to go to the grave. One of Adriano's warehouses in Sicily was raided. From their conversation and the file that Adriano threw on the floor before he brutally hit Rico, I gathered that the

Chapter 10: For Our Mafia "Aren't these the kind of things women look forward to? You were eager to get married, weren't you?" I pulled away from him and sat up. "I know, but I see you every day and that's enough. You have a big Mafia to look after; you have no time for such luxuries, Adriano." "Do you think I cannot make time for you?" He sat up as well, sensing that we were about to have a serious discussion. His green eyes stared intently into mine. "No, I know you can, but-" "Then let me make time for you. Let me make you happy." The moments when his beautiful green eyes softened for me were the times I got hella confused. "You already make me happy." I was determined to convince him. I didn't have time for something so frivolous. I didn't want anything to attach us or connect us after I ruined him. I didn't want to feel bad. "I'm happy here. I'm happy when I see you. It doesn't matter where we go; everywhere's the same with you." "Jeez, that was cheesy!" He playfully