Escaping The Mafia King

And not the nice kind of people with all those things.

These people were not nice in any way. They did not even look like people. In fact, they looked like the incarnation of Satan but with nice clothes and branded watches.

I got scared.

And then I decided to become stupid.

I stayed silent and watched as trade deals of illegal guns were finalized with my husband doing everything to please the buyer.

One year passed by and I stayed silent. I watched as the attacks on rival gangs were planned and blood was spilled from the informers body.

Three years passed by as I silently acted like a trophy wife beside my husband while he flirted and fucked girls behind my back, assuming I was too stupid to notice anything.

was that I was

love- struck twenty three years old girl who was

was scared of the man that she was sleeping

deaf to the cries of my

of our marriage four days ago. I had invited my best friend since college, Stella, to my home so that I could have a bit of company while the rest of my family became busy with

Ethan’s eyes whenever he looked at her. I had seen him flirt shamelessly with her while she shrugged him off and gave him warnings of not being

But instead, I chose to believe that my husband would not do something bad to my best friend while I

my husband was too

over. I had brought Stella to my room so that we could chat while my family bid goodbyes

she needed a drink. She

when I came back, I watched from the door frame of the room as my husband grabbed Stella’s hand, pulled her

know you want me too. I know you think about how hard I can fuck you