We have dinner every night.Every night I try to have conversations with her,she responds politely, otherwise she doesn't converse with me if I don't talk to her.Yet she dodges me During the Day like a curse.My men guard her,but they don't make themselves known so as not to make her feel uneasy.they always stays concealed.She goes shopping during the day,hair appointments,and her favorite public library.then when she is at home she wanders around the property.taking lengthy strolls,swimming in our pool,wearing her sexy bikinis, lounging by the pool and sunbathing,reading.She hasn't allowed me to kiss her again.to taste her deliciousness.but I'm not dismayed,i know she is attracted to me,it isn't a matter of attraction because I know how I make I her feel.she wants me.but she is relentless.she is restricting herself from falling.she is tormenting herself.depriving herself of what she so badly yearns for.in her resilient stubborn way,I know she will fight this,she will hang on to th

After showering,a nurse assigned to me dressed my wound.I haven't seen Enzo in five days.but the nurse tells me that he never fails to visit me every chance he gets.he watches me for a few hours while I nap,no matter how busy he is.I am always out cold, sedated from my drugs but felt someone whispering and kissing my face one night.I thought it was a dream.Since the attack.enzo has been busy.we don't eat dinners or breakfast together anymore ,I don't even see him and I kind of miss him.weird.The security of the house has been tripled.wherever I go there is always someone following me around.i know I am never alone but I don't see them.Everywhere I went in the house there is always someone lurking around but no one stops me.though they don't make it obvious,they don't make me see them when they follow me around the house.I know I am being watched.The day goes by in a blur.they took my stitches out and my wounds are healing nicely.the little glasscuts are almost fading too.The

"I would like to leave the house more.am getting stir fried crazy from being indoors all day.i wasn't aware that I am a prisoner here "."You are not a prisoner.you can go wherever you want, just not alone".Enzo frowns at me.dropping his cutlery to stare at me."So I will have to go out with bodyguards.people will look at me funny".I roll my eyes."No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie "."I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now."I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and

This is a fucking mess.This is a fucking mess.This is a fucking mess.it keeps chanting In my head.This shit looks bad.I may have this city under my thumb,but it kind of seems like I'm losing control.People fear and respect me, people fell into line wherever I go,but now everything is going to shit.everything is slipping.I would never let that happen.NEVER.There's shreds of glass scattered across the floor,broken chairs,tables, and blood splattered across the floor, smeared on the wall..my club has been hit again.while I was in it.this was war.this was a blatant power move.and I will not let it slide.There's been more blood these past few weeks than there has been for years.Two dead bodies have been covered on the floor and the paramedics are tending to the wounded ones.Three of the guys who opened fire in my very busy club on a Saturday night,have been shot dead.it all happened so quickly,my men couldn't control the whole thing so they had to shoot them.i planned to keep the

She continues to rub circles on my chest as I gaze at her lovely face.I know I'm staring,I know I might be making her uncomfortable with the way am orgling her,but I cannot bring myself to look away.She's so fucking gorgeous it hurts.she's so fucking beautiful and mine.Fucking mine!.I wanted to shout it at the top of my lungs.She is the kindest and strongest woman.she might not know how her words affected me,she might not know what I have been fighting but she just managed to reduce my uneasiness,even if it was for a minute.i want to be in her arms.soak in her warmth and sunshine,allow her pet and caress my worries away.I'm supposed to be the powerful one.i have so many men,women and children under my sovereignty.i command respect and loyalty.but in Laurel's hands,I become putty.i turn into a child that seeks haven in their mother's arms.I long for her approval, trust and love.i crave her touch and admiration.it might make me look weak,but I don't care.i will allow my wife to be