/Penelope's POV/“Bitch, get ready. You're going on a vacation, honeymoon vacation, don't worry. You don't need to pack anything, I have you sorted out.” My eyes widened at the text message I read out loud, that conniving bitch, how did she convince my asshole of a husband to go on a vacation with me?“What? How is that possible? Are you sure you're not toying with me?” I texted her back, heaving heavily from the little show, I felt fantastic, I won't lie, I think I have some elements in me, seeing myself in the morrow while dancing has me impressed because I've only stripped in my imagination, my father must not know his daughter had this kind of wish.“Why would I do that? Bitch trust me, he's coming home soon and you might be leaving today cause I'm shopping for your wears already,” She informed, I held my phone tight wondering why the hell someone like Bella is picking my clothes, I don't know what to expect but I know it's not something good.“Penelope!!” Hunter's familiar voice

/Penelope's POV/“Fasten your seat belts, the plane will land in a few minutes,” a masculine voice that I recognized as the Pilot's informed, before I could strap my seatbelt by myself, my dear husband had taken the law into his hands, all I saw was a veiny hand pulling out the belt, and fastening it to his hold, my cheeks flushed, we've been pretty much ignoring each other since the brunch we had, and as usual, he paid me no attention or glanced towards my direction, but out of courtesy, I slipped out a thank you.The plane landed, my face wrinkled at the turbulence, my fist clenched, I subconsciously held his hands unknowingly to me.“Oh, Sorry.” I apologized, snatching my hands from his, I saw the angry claw marks printed on him.“Oh, God. Can I get swallowed up by this plane already?” I wished while feeling the familiar arm unfasten the seat belt, now I don't feel fly any more, I feel like a child, I was a minute from shouting profanities at him before I remembered what just happe

/Penelope's POV/“Can we not go back?” I groaned out, rolling with the blankets which were covering the love bites on my body, it was like a full tattoo drawn all over my body.“I know you don't want to go but, we can always come back. You know our lives are not like that, we can't be gone for too long, we can't have our enemies infiltrating our house,” He informed me while pulling the blanket off me and tickling me.“Okay, okay. Let's go. I will go, just stop. I promise I'm choking on my spit,” I cried out, coughing and laughing while squealing like a schoolgirl.“That's my good girl, I know it's hard for you to leave. But I promise I will come back here with you or we will go to another place,” He assured me while slapping my ass.“It hurt already, don't remind me. I just hope things will remain the same because if I'm to be honest, this is the highlight of my life, literally the best time I've ever had, I can't get over the fact I stayed with my husband in an isolated island for a

/Penelope's POV/“Can you not go? What if you get hurt?” I whined, looking at my husband gearing to attack Scorpion, I can’t deny the fact that he was out of proportion and he blew shit up himself, but I was worried for him, what if he doesn’t come back, what if he gets injured beyond treatment?“I’m sorry love, but this is inevitable and it must happen, you have to understand that even though I want to be here with you, I have a reputation to safeguard and I will lose it if I keep on overlooking things like this,” He explained, but it wasn’t making any ounce of sense in my head, but if there is something I have known about Hunter, it’s that whatever he sets his mind to do, there is no going back for him.“I understand but you can send your men, at least I get to know they are safe.” I pleaded, sounding so desperate that I was considering the option of getting on my knees.“The mafia doesn’t work that way in my family, my men are not my slaves, they are family and family protect each

/Penelope’s POV/It's been two weeks now and Hunter is still yet to be fully conscious, his motor reflexes are fully active and his eyes are opened, he listens to my ramble but I am so sad that he can't talk, but I'm thankful because this is better than losing him.The doctors are saying that there is a possibility that he might be able to talk in a few hours, but the underlying question of him being able to retain his memory still lingers in the atmosphere.“How is Gabriel doing? ” I questioned, not sparing a glance at Big Drive whose body dipped the sofa down, I scowled at him.“You elephant, take it easy, you will spoil this couch if you continue dropping your body on it like a bag of beans,” I glared, a small smile became evident on his stressed face, his dark circles standing out, we had barely gotten good and decent amount of sleep, especially with how paranoid Big Drive has been, he has this nagging feeling that someone can remove their oxygen masks while we are sleeping.“You