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.

did not understand was that I was

love- struck twenty three years old girl who was scared of the people that she

of the man that she

things that he did. I became blind and silent and deaf to the cries of my own soul while I watched him trample all over the love that I had in my heart for

since college, Stella, to my home so that I could have a bit of company while the rest

at her. I had seen him flirt shamelessly with her while she shrugged him off and

my gut. But instead, I chose to believe that my husband would not do something bad to my best friend while I was present at home. While I was under the same room as him. I thought my husband had more respect for me than

turns out my husband was

room so that we could chat while my

asked her if she needed a drink. She

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

you want me too. I