All Chapters of Wife: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“I should have told you this before…” Her voice escaped as a whisper, broken with emotion.I took a step toward her. “Told me what?”She looked at the rug underneath her feet before she lifted her chin to meet my look. “A few months ago, he came to my office…”Jesus.“Gustavo had mentioned to him that I needed a husband, and he wanted to throw his hat in the ring. I told him I was already marrying you…”I closed my eyes as the terror gripped me by the throat. My enemy had sights on my wife long before I even knew about it.“He seemed angry, but I didn’t realize he knew you. Then he left.”“Did you see him any other time?”“No. Today was the first time. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before… I didn’t think it was relevant.”I should keep my anger under control because it wasn’t her fault, but I couldn’t. “I’m your husband. You tell me everything, every minute detail that you think is insignificant. Maybe it’s nothing to you, but it could be something to me. Don’t you ever pull that shit a

He rested his forehead against the glass. “He almost killed me—”“That’s your fault. I told you to back off. Now look what happened. Everything we’ve built is gone.” I snapped my fingers. “Like that.”He couldn’t meet my gaze, the shame too much. “You didn’t have to make the trade…”I turned back to look out the window. “Now I wish I hadn’t.”I entered our bedroom, finding her sitting in the armchair by the window. She was in one of my t-shirts, her long legs crossed and one of her bare feet on the rug. Her dark hair was slightly messy like she’d been fingering it, pulling it over her shoulder because she needed to fidget. It was three in the morning, so the lights were off. She sat in the glow from the streetlight, the pale glow making her look like a black-and-white picture.I stripped off my jacket and tossed it on the floor.She rose to her feet. “Are you okay?”“I’m fine.” I kicked off my shoes then poured myself a drink, letting the booze soothe all the sore muscles in my core.

“Trust me, he’d know.”I dragged the armchair toward the bed and took a seat. “How about I help you get undressed? You seem uncomfortable.”“I’m not uncomfortable because of the clothes…”“They aren’t helping either.” I got to my feet and pulled off his shoes and socks.“That’s the most you should do.”“Come on. Your clothes are dirty. You don’t want that stuff in a fresh bed.”“Well, Hades will kill me if I let you see me naked. He’s already pissed enough at me as it is.” He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. Every time he blinked, the white color around his eyes was a stark contrast to his bruised eyelids. He wouldn’t turn his neck to look at me. Any movement at all seemed too difficult.“Relax. I’m not going to take off your boxers.”“Doesn’t matter. He won’t like it.”“If that’s really the case, he needs to grow up. You do too.” I undid his jeans then pulled them off his body, being as gentle as possible so I didn’t strain something already injured.He winced a couple of t

After a few seconds of rest, he pulled his semi-hard dick out of me and rolled over. His heavy back hit the mattress, and his body relaxed as he closed his eyes. The sweat was shiny on his chest, reflecting the light from the lit candles. His breathing slowly wound down, gradually turning to a gentle rhythm.I had been repulsed by the idea of this marriage, but I began to realize it was exactly what I wanted…even if I hadn’t realized it at the time. The sex was good, better than I’d find anywhere else, so that alone was a good enough reason. But my husband was also an honest and loyal man. If he weren’t, he would have left Damien to his fate.After a few minutes, he opened his eyes once more. A foul presence followed him everywhere he went, a cloudy sky that was ready to storm at any moment. Ever since he’d brought Damien back, he’d been abrasive and cold. Now that bitterness had returned even though it had nothing to do with me. I could just feel it.He got out of bed and pulled on a

Damien was quiet as he considered an alternative. “We could get him to come to us…”“How?”“We could continue the business like nothing’s changed.”I cocked an eyebrow. “And go back on my word?”“What’s the worst that could happen? He comes after us?” Damien asked. “It’ll give us a chance to kill him.”“He’ll have the element of surprise, so he’ll have the upper hand.”“Then we’ll always be prepared.”I shook my head. “That wasn’t what we agreed to, Damien.”“Well, we’re in the drug game. This isn’t the same as operating a bank on good faith, on strong handshakes. This is about survival. When people find out you rolled over for Maddox, they won’t take us seriously. We need to be the monsters men want in their corners. Just giving up isn’t the solution. And frankly, I don’t think Maddox wants that anyway. He wants us to take it a step further, to make the fire an inferno. He wants blood, guts, and war.”I couldn’t refute that last part. “Seems shady.”“We are shady, Hades.”I stared at