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

twenty three years old girl who was scared of

was scared of the man that she was sleeping with

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

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

hesitant of inviting her because I had seen the lust in 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

gone 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 at home. While I

was too

so that we could chat while my family bid goodbyes to the

She said yes. I left to get her

I watched from the door frame of the room as my husband grabbed Stella’s

you so worried about, Stella? I know you want me too. I know you think about how hard