WICKED MAFIA'S TRAP
“Baby, a Grissham must not lower his head in front of others. You are my wife, Aria Grissham. And as my companion, nothing can make you afraid and lower your head like that. You are the ruler, just like me.”
Aria took a deep breath, she tried to calm herself.
“I don't know if I could do that…” Aria whispered.
“You couldn't, you should.”
“Alex, you didn't tell me who you are yet….” Aria dared to remind him. During the few days she lived with him, Aria realized that her husband's job was not an ordinary business. It’s dangerous and more to the criminal side.
They both stared at the orange sun which was gradually lowering into the evening sky. Leaving a very beautiful orange and blue tinge.