The Mafia Boss’s Mute Bride
I cleared my throat to get her attention, and sure enough, she looked up from her plate, curiosity eating up her entire face.
"I don't tolerate infidelity, and I certainly do not appreciate you wearing another man's declaration of love to our wedding," I said, fixing her with one of my intimidating stares that had men twice her age pissing their pants, only she held my gaze with a defiant one of hers.
"You'll take off that bracelet immediately, and you'll forget about whatever man you were seeing," I continued when she didn't pull her phone out to text me. "You're mine now, and I won't tolerate another man fucking my wife behind my back."