All Chapters of The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Imogen’s Pov Ms. Rossi’s apartment building faded behind me, a silent death to my old life. There was no going back, only forward, into whatever darkness I had just unleashed.I didn’t go back to the hotel. The thought of facing Perry, of pretending even for a moment, was impossible.Instead, my feet carried me through the ancient, winding streets, past dimly lit fountains and quiet public square.My mind felt strangely calm, almost buzzing, the anger was still there, a low hum, but now it had something new: power. A dangerous and exciting power.I found myself walking towards loud music and bright lights coming from a plain doorway. A sign outside read: BLUE EYES.I needed a drink to get the night going. As I walked past some big doors, the sound of drums filled my ears, I could feel the bass shaking the air.A brunette woman was sitting behind a desk just by the door. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to Blue Eyes. first time here?” the woman had a friendly smile plastered on her face, maki

Imogen’s PoV “I know you’re in here somewhere. Come out this instant.” The voice came from downstairs.Picking up my purse, I got out of the bed immediately needing no further push. I walked past Blond towards the door and stopped just before crossing into the corridor. “I’m sorry. This was all a mistake, it shouldn’t have gotten this far,” I said. I had to go back to a life of misery. What was I thinking that I could easily breakaway from Perry? He owned me. “Wait!” Blond stopped me. I turned around willing the tears to go away. Fun has ended, it was time to go back to my shattered world where I was not cinderella and the man staring at me with deep gray eyes right before me could not be my prince charming. He pulled me back, his fingers sending sparks through me. “If you ever change your mind, call me.” His voice was barely a whisper. I inhaled breaths to steady my lungs as I slipped the card into my purse then strode out without looking back at him because I knew I wou

Imogen’s pov“Some meeting came up at work, it’s urgent and I have to be there. Don’t wait up for me,”My eyes watered as I read the note Perry had left me, feeling my heart squeeze with lain. Business meeting? This late? I wasn’t a fool. My hands closed around the note, crushing it as I tried to fight back the tears that threatened to spill from me, I failed however. The tears came rolling freely down my cheeks and I put my hand over my mouth.There was no business meeting that much was clear, but still like a fool I had hoped that this time would be different. I hoped that there really was a meeting and he had to go.A loud honk downstairs proved me wrong. I would know that sound anywhere, it was the new car my husband had gotten to impress his new whore. . O quickly walked to the window, peering down at the car park of the vacation home we were staying at. Standing beside a stupid black Porsche was Perry in the flesh laughing with some blondie, his arms around her waist. He whispe

Silas PovI had to be the most fortunate bastard in the entire world.Here I was, cruising down one of the lanes of Rome, trying not to fucking explode in my pants or pass out from eagerness.I was fucking close to stepping on the brakes and swerving into any random sidewalk and take her exactly how I wanted to.Patience Silas, my mind cautioned. I had waited this long for her, I could manage a few more minutes.I glanced at the woman sitting beside me. She was the epitome of pure perfection in the fucking flesh. She had her hair down her shoulders, beautiful waves, layered around those round, feminine shoulders. It had taken a lot of self control to not yank that flimsy black dress she wore down and kiss her softness.I wanted to uncover it all, all of her. Every arch, every nook, every curve, every cranny. I had spent the past few days imagining that and more. I never expected her to call.Fuck! I had almost walked right into a wall when she did. When I had seen the strange number

Imogen's POVI was a mess, a shuddering mess. A soft moan slipped from my lips as I dropped my hips down to the bed, reeling from my climax.Oh fuck! That had been so good, and to think he had not even fucked me yet. My body hummed, satisfied with pleasure yet desiring more.Damn! I was being such a whore!I tried opening my eyes, wondering where Blond was. I ought to ask him his name, it had taken everything in me not to scream his name as I came.My vision was blurry at first, I blinked a few times to see Blond stand in my line of sight, picking something on his shelf.It was a small weird device that had a rough end and a slim one as well.I frowned as he approached me with it, his face stony as always. However, his eyes gleamed with excitement and it did naughty things to me.I could feel my pussy throb, could feel myself ache terribly, needing him more than ever.“Your pussy's all tight and tensed,” he said darkly, slipping behind me.I turned to look at him over my shoulder, a