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

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

man that she was sleeping with every

passed by and I acted dumb to the 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

invited my best friend since college, Stella, to my home so that I could have a bit of company while

Ethan’s eyes whenever he looked at her. I had seen him flirt shamelessly with her while she shrugged him off and gave

with my gut. But instead, I chose to believe that my husband would not do something bad to my best friend while I was present

was

was almost over. I had brought Stella to my room so that we could chat while my family bid goodbyes to the last remaining

needed a drink. She said yes. I left

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

know you want me too. I know you