My Mafia Husband
Anaya
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, what have I done? I’m such a moron. Please, God, save me,” I grumbled to myself. I closed my eyes and prayed to the Almighty before my life ended.
“You know it will be more helpful if you beg God to increase the speed of this jet. I’m bored right now,” I overheard an amused voice remark. My right eye popped open, and a beautiful girl smirked at me.
“I’d rather have Him transport me than sit in this death trap! But He isn’t working in my favor, right now” I remarked this while opening both eyes and massaging my brow.