Novel & Cerita Key Glock Wife

"Come on, Densel. We all know touching one's wife is against the very grain of being in the mafia. The papers are signed, her name changed, and our marriage is well and truly consummated. She belongs to me now." "Take the gun," Sven orders as he shoves a Glock in my hand. "Things are about to get messy, and we need to be ready to run," he demands. He reaches for the key and unlocks the internal door, and his turn of events shakes me. What does he know that I don't? Glancing down, I check the barrel to find it full before I move the gun around to assess its weight. I'm never much of a good shot, unlike Emma, but I can aim and fire without a second thought.

“And were you the one who had everyone wear white?” She grinned, pleased with herself. “That was per Mr. Clifford’s orders.” “Are you sleeping with my husband?” The woman beside her cleared her throat, and I saw the secretary’s face flush. I sighed and stared her down. “You’d better side with me, or you’ll lose your six-year job. As for Rarith… I’ll deal with her. If you like working at Clifford Enterprises and being my husband’s personal secretary, stick with me. I’m his wife. Mistresses don’t stand a chance. So if you’re one of them, you’d better get out of Gabe’s life. He’s not sleeping with anyone but me.”

“She has that effect on everyone, except her husband. Don’t worry, it will fade. Speaking of which, I recommend getting your shit together before you meet him. He’s an expert marksman. I don’t think he’s ever missed his target.” “Duly noted. Thank you for the heads up.” Who is this lady? A weretiger as a bodyguard and her husband is an expert marksman? Of course she’s married. Now I feel like even more of an asshole for ogling over her. I put my sunglasses back up and check my phone. No cell service. Great.

The sight of her husband bending another woman against his office desk and fucking her was so unbelievable and insane that a choked sob instantly left her throat. Never in her wildest dream did Loki ever saw something like this coming. And although she knew what she's seeing at this moment was real, she wished she was dreaming instead or at least imagining it. She wished that when she shut her eyes and reopened them, she would see Glen busy at his desk working on his laptop. "G-Glen," She sobbed, an unimaginable pain stabbing at her heart and threatening to break her apart. On realizing they had company other themselves, Glen and his woman stopped and adjusted their clothes. Then he turned t

In less than two minutes, a few strong security guards came rushing in and dragged Georgia away, like hauling off a dead dog. “Simon, you can’t do this to me! I’m your wife! Simon…” Her screams faded into the distance until they vanished completely. I unfastened my seatbelt and finally got out of the car. The heels of my shoes clicked sharply against the concrete floor. I straightened my collar and walked into the elevator without looking back. As the elevator doors closed, I felt as if my messy past had been sealed off forever. After that, I never checked on Georgia again. Some people said they saw her begging under a bridge. Others said she was arrested for theft. Some even said she had go

Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips. “Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?” Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.” With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment. “It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”

But that little scene did make me think what exactly could have happened between her and the woman’s husband that provoked her into slapping him? I beckoned to the nearby guard, and when he walked over, I asked him. “Who is that woman’s husband?” “He’s but a local businessman, Alpha Bloodhound,” the guard said with a snort. “His name is Victor Graves.” “Graves.” The name stuck to my tongue, and each time I said it, it sounded more and more familiar, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember where I’d heard it. I frowned and asked the guard another question. “Do you know where my wife went?”

Then quieter: "I don't remember picking up the gun." Evelyn grabbed Elena's wrist weakly. “Listen to me." "No." "Elena." "No." Evelyn smiled faintly. “You've always hated instructions." Tears spilled down Elena's face. “Stop talking." "You need to go." "I'm not leaving you." Evelyn's breathing hitched painfully. “You never listened to me." Claire took a hesitant step forward. “Elena." Elena turned but the look in her eyes stopped Claire immediately. For seven years, Claire had worked beside Elena Carter. She had seen her angry. Ruthless. Determined but she'd never seen this. Elena looked dangerous. “Put the gun down."

A smile tugging on my lips as she moaned and snuggled closer to me. I can’t believe we are husband and wife now. She did everything herself. From the gold band wedding ring that clung around my ring finger was her doing, and I am not one to complain. Anything I can get just to be with her, I will take. Throwing over random clothes over my body, I tucked my Glock in the waistband of my jeans after making sure it’s fully loaded. Writing a simple note with the help of the dimmed light outdoor chandelier was easy, leaving Lianna was the opposite. Being apart from her even just for a while is harder than any decision I have ever made in the mafia.

My wife Cynthia Bolton's voice was soft, but her words hit my chest like a ton of bricks. I stared down at the floor, my mind racing as I tried to process what she'd just said. Seeing my sheer disbelief, Cynthia let out another sigh and explained calmly, "The night before the divorce went through, we didn't use protection. You and I weren't married yet, and it was all consensual. I'm sorry I kept it from you." Her words left my brain completely numb.