The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

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

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

Imogen’s povI leaned back into the leather seat, my fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of my dress.He hadn’t spoken a word since the incident outside the restaurant. Not one. His hand rested on his thigh, the other rested lazily across the seat between us, but the silence wrapped tighter than chains.I was used to silent drive home but not from the one person I had craved the most and the silence was killing me.I stole a glance at him, his jaw was sharp, clenched, the faint scar at his lip deepening as his mouth pressed flat. Something brewed beneath the surface… something he wasn’t saying and I knew I had to get it out of him.Finally, I cleared my throat. “What’s with you?”His eyes shifted, catching mine, and for a second I wished I hadn’t asked because the look there was harsh and rough with danger and desire, wound so tight it made my pulse to elevate.He said nothing.I scoffed, trying to steady myself. “So we’re doing the silent treatment now?”Nothing. Just that st

Imogen’s povMy hands trembled as they went to the straps of the lingerie, pulling them down inch by inch. His eyes tracked every movement like a predator— making me feel naked long before the lace actually hit the floor.“Slower,” he warned, his tone sharp. “This isn’t about your hunger, princess. It’s about control and satisfying my hunger.”God! The way he said it, like I already belonged to him made my knees threaten to give way.The lingerie finally slipped down my thighs, gathering at my ankles. I stepped out of it carefully, never breaking eye contact.“Good girl,” he murmured, taking a sip of his whiskey, casual and devastating.The praise sent shivers racing through me, making my already heated body way too hot and if I was in between my thighs right now, I’d probably drown.He rose, his shadow swallowing me whole, and went back to the cabinet. When he returned, he was holding black leather cuffs lined with velvet, as he dangled them in front of me like a promise.“Wrists,”

Perry’s povIt’d been days since my fucking wife had left the house and had barely been back. I couldn’t care less about her whereabouts because right now, all I cared about was my company, my money, and the endless list of things that were already spiraling out of control.The reconstruction of the building from the fire was moving faster than I expected. The contractors were on a tight schedule and everything was a reminder that the world didn’t stop for anyone not for grief, and certainly not for mistakes. I kept thinking if I could just stay buried in work, maybe I’d be able to forget the stench of disgrace and maybe… just maybe, give her the attention she wanted but that seemed like a long way off.I could feel the pressure building, and I hated it. It made my jaw ache, made my stomach twist— it wasn’t just stress; rather it was anger and frustration, that slow burning rage that hadn’t had a proper outlet in days.Then my phone buzzed and I looked at it almost immediately— it wa