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Chapter 5: First Rule
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My Mob Husband Chapter 6: Her Tears
I stared at him, wide-eyed, my mind was still grappling with the absurd words that came out of his mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest like a drum as I sweat with cold, my lips were trembling while my fingers were fidgeting on my lap. “It’s as simple as that. It’s not that hard, you see,” he said casually, as if killing a person, your very own father at that, isn’t a big of a deal. He is absolutely, without a doubt, a psychopath. My mind reeled at his audacious demand, the words echoing in my head like a thunderous clap. "Just, what the… fuck?" I blurted out, unable to conceal my shock and disbelief. Vicenzo leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched my reaction with amusement. "Easy, isn't it?" he replied, his tone chillingly calm. "Consider it your initiation into the family." I struggled to process his words, my mind racing with disbelief and horror. This wasn't what I had signed up for, and the realization that I was now entangled in a world of vi
My Mob Husband Chapter 7: Romanovs
Sitting in the passenger seat, I leaned back against the window, feeling the coolness of the glass against my cheek as I gazed out at the passing scenery. Vincenzo's hands gripped the steering wheel with a confident ease, his eyes focused on the road ahead, giving away no hint of our destination.I had hastily thrown on a light pink tank top, its soft fabric hugging my frame comfortably, and paired it with a stylish pair of high-waisted jeans that accentuated my curves. White sneakers adorned my feet, their appearance contrasting with the ruggedness of the denim. Completing the outfit was a small, chic bag slung over my shoulder, its delicate chain strap adding a touch of elegance to the outfit."Where are we going?" I asked, the tension palpable in my voice as the minutes stretched on."Home," he replied icily, his tone devoid of warmth, sending a chill down my spine."Home?" I echoed, my confusion mounting as I searched his expression for any hint of clarity. But he remained stoic,
My Mob Husband Chapter 8: At the Bay
The lunch with his family dragged on painfully slow, feeling like an eternity of uncomfortable silences and forced smiles. The atmosphere was so tense, I thought I might actually have a panic attack right there at the table.Conversations were stilted and awkward, with every word feeling like it could ignite a powder keg of emotions. I tried to keep my cool, but the scrutiny from Vincenzo's family was suffocating. It was like they were dissecting me with their stares, leaving me feeling exposed and on edge.I barely touched my food, my appetite vanishing in the face of such palpable tension. Each minute felt like an hour, and I couldn't wait for the meal to end so I could escape the suffocating atmosphere.Vincenzo and his father seemed to have a relationship akin to that of a cat and a dog, constantly at odds with each other. As I observed their interactions, I couldn't help but wonder about the underlying dynamics that led Vincenzo to wish his father dead.Sure, his father appeared
My Mob Husband Chapter 9: His Obsessive Way
His sarcastic chortle cut through the tension, and he turned away, his gaze distant and cold. "It seems like you've forgotten who I am, bellezza," he said, his voice icy. "I am a monster, and I've never regretted anything I've done in the past."His words echoed in my mind, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked within him. I couldn't shake the memory of the two men he had killed before my eyes, the images still haunting me, filling me with a deep-rooted fear. Yet, despite the terror that gripped me, there was a flicker of something else—hope.Hope that buried beneath the layers of darkness and violence, there might still be a glimmer of humanity, a shred of goodness left within him. It was a fragile hope, easily overshadowed by the weight of his words and actions, but it was there nonetheless, a beacon in the darkness that threatened to consume us both."I am aware," I asserted, my voice unwavering. "And since you and I are going to get married soon, isn't it only right for
My Mob Husband Chapter 10: Submit
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My Mob Husband Chapter 11: Speechless
I slowly opened my eyes to the sunlight streaming through the window, warming my face. Stretching lazily, I absorbed the peaceful morning glow flooding the room. Memories of last night seeped in, blending with the gentle dawn light. With a tired sigh, I sank into the warmth of the bed, cherishing the tranquil moment before the day's hustle and bustle began. As I savored the tranquility of the morning, a sudden movement caught my eye. Startled, I turned to see Vincenzo, clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist, stepping through the bathroom. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, his tousled hair and rugged features bathed in the soft morning light. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing the tantalizing contours of his sculpted physique, and I couldn't tear my gaze away. "Good morning, bellezza," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he approached the bed with a predatory grace. The air crackled with tension, charged with the unspoken desire that simm
My Mob Husband Chapter 12: Fine Restaurant
For a moment, Vincenzo seemed taken aback, caught off guard by my unexpected request. His cold facade faltered, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he quickly regained his composure."Why would I?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest."Well, for starters, you caused these bruises in the first place," I retorted, feeling annoyed by his indifference."I sent your maid to do that," he uttered, his glare intensifying. "Besides, why are you ordering me around?""It's not ordering around! I am asking for a favor.""A favor, huh?" he mused, a smirk playing at his lips.I bit my lip, frustration bubbling inside me at his stubbornness. "Yes, a favor," I replied, trying to keep my tone even. "I just thought... well, since you're the reason for these bruises, you might as well take responsibility for them."Vincenzo's smirk widened, his gaze unwavering as he regarded me. "And what do I get in return for this favor?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.I rolled my eye
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We ate in silence as the food arrived. Although delicious meals were a regular occurrence for me, dining in a 5-star restaurant made the experience feel extra special. As for Vincenzo, he remained quiet, elegantly chewing his meat while casting unsettling stares in my direction. I ignored his gaze, focusing instead on savoring my meal.Soon enough, the chef and other staff delivered a variety of dishes to our table, each one meticulously prepared. I couldn't help but be impressed by their attentiveness and hospitality. However, a nagging thought lingered in the back of my mind – were they genuinely accommodating, or simply wary of displeasing Vincenzo?Well, whatever the reason, I thought to myself, I'm just happy to experience this before I die.Vincenzo's voice cut through the silence, cold and precise. "Did you enjoy the food here?"I paused, taken aback by the sudden question. His gaze bore into me, demanding an answer."Yes," I replied cautiously, choosing my words carefully. "Th
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