Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
Whatisthis?

After Peter departs, Rachel enters the room with a few packets of snacks available on the lower kitchen shelf. He intended to spend time watching tv and eating snacks.

Fat, let Rachel have a husband. She looks beautiful only for the ruthless Mafia.

It was impossible for her to dress up nicely and attract the attention of the men out there, whereas she was already married to the possessive and forced Peter.

Rachel placed the snack on the bed, and looked for sharp objects that could be used to open the packaging.

Starting from the drawer next to the bed, until the drawer inside the clothes closet Rachel came. However, there were no scissors or knives he could find.

There is one more drawer, which is in the corner of the balcony door. The three-storied drawers are made of wood with carved animals that look like lions and are coated in gold paint.

Rachel put her hand in, broke the contents of the drawer. And sure enough inside the drawer was a folding knife with sharp eyes, it looked like it was a new knife.

Whatisit? rachel asked inwardly when she felt a cold object touch the back of her hand. Curious Rachel saw the contents of the drawer, her reflexes silenced her mouth.

When he saw three pistols with complete bullets neatly lined up inside, for what Peter kept a weapon like this. No, Rachel shook her head to get rid of all sorts of bad thoughts that filled her head.

" I'll ask her later!" rachel murmured to herself, while closing the drawer again.

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Geck! poke! poke! the sound of knocking on the door made Rachel take her eyes off the television series.

" Login!" he screamed a little because the sound of the television was so loud.

Dasha went inside with a tray of orange juice that Rachel had asked for earlier. The weather outside was very hot, making him want to refresh himself by drinking a glass of cold orange juice.

" This is the juice you asked Miss!" dasha exclaimed politely and placed the glass on the table in front of Rachel.

" Thank you!" rachel said that sounded less clear, as her mouth was full of snacks.

" Yes, miss! then excuse me!"

" Again a minute!" rachel shouted, as Dasha was about to turn around and leave the room.

" Yes, can I help you?" Rachel smiled, actually she wanted to ask something instead of needing something.

" What time does Peter get home from work?" a small laugh could be heard from Dasha's lips. The young woman's reflexes shut her mouth, aware that her actions just now were disrespectful.

" I'm sorry for my stupidity, miss!" he huddled up, feeling guilty. Had his young master been here, maybe the hot lead would have been lodged in his head by now, for not having his wife laughed at.

" Eh no problem, after all I was also the odd one to ask you about my husband's return which should be such a small thing I already know!" rachel answered as she looked at Dasha's face that was about to cry.

" No, it's my fault for not being able to keep up the attitude!" sahut Dasha still faithfully blames himself.

" Forget over, just answer my question. When did Peter get home from the office?"

" Young master usually gets home at 7pm, miss!" answer Dasha.

Rachel nodded in understanding, "if there's nothing you need again I say hello miss, and once again sorry for my sassness just now!"

" No papa, just relax I won't eat you just for laughing!" Dasha only smiled faintly and left her young lady's room.

" It turns out he came home last night. If I go to work, will Peter allow it?" murmured Rachel slowly. Starting to think about work for himself, he felt bored of being in the mansion without doing anything.

" I'll try asking her later!" rachel exclaimed before continuing to chew on the savory-tasting snack.

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After a full day of Rachel used to watch tv and eat snacks, the rest she put on the bed. Finally the person Rachel was waiting for had arrived.

Peter went home to the mansion, and the good news is that the man didn't come home empty-handed. Peter brought a yellow tulip, Rachel's favorite flower and a box of wedding rings.

Happy, of course, which woman is not happy to be given a gift like this by her husband. Rachel also presented Peter with herself, that night they immediately struggled with the heat. Sharing the temperature in the cold of the night.

" Peter! I found a gun in the drawer there. Why do you keep a gun in this room?" rachel asked while pointing at the drawer in the corner of the balcony.

" Pistol, I found it in that drawer!"

" Uhm, that's-that I keep it just in case baby!" peter's pretext.

" Keep in case? who wants to hurt you. Are you a Mafia to the point that many are after your death!"

The deg! peter's heart seemed to be dislodged from his nest. The man tried to hold back the nervousness, so as not to show lies on both of his eyelids.

" No dear, you know I'm a famous businessman myself. Surely many people want to rid me of the world of business!" peter was convincing.

" Really, why do I feel like you're hiding something. Aren't you really a mafia?"

" Shut your mouth, you want me to finish you off in bed all night. How many times have I told you, I'm not a mafia why do you keep bringing it up!"

" Why are you angry, as if I caught you." said Rachel ferociously, not liking to hear Peter's loud and stern snapping at her.

His attitude just now looked like a thief caught red-handed. " Sorry!"

Peter realises his mistake, the man hugs Rachel's innocent body on his back. Guilt seemed to envelop his heart with a flash, for yelling at his innocent wife.

" Don't touch me!" hiss Rachel, while releasing Peter's hand that was coiled in her slender stomach.

" I accidentally yelled at you earlier!"

Rachel squealed, she accidentally said. Peter had clearly threatened her earlier and told her to shut up just because Rachel asked a small question.

" Come on Re, I've apologized. Don't turn your back on me!" whining Peter, the more tightened his embrace and inhaled the scent of Lily coming from the woman's neck.

" Hm!"

After Peter's patience, he violently turned Rachel's body and locked her tightly. " I told you not to turn your back on me, I don't like it!" peter's voice was now much more domineering and sharp.

Rachel just kept quiet, then returned her husband's embrace. And drowned his face in the chest of that field.

Rachel chooses to find a way to be safe, although she has to give up when faced with her husband's selfish attitude.

" Next time don't touch the stuff in that drawer baby. Because it could hurt you!" peter shouted in a softer voice.

" Yes sorry!" rachel answered briefly. Peter smiled and smirked at the thin cheek.

" I want to say something important!"

" Just tell me, is there something you need?" ask Peter again.

" I want to work!" peter let go of his embrace, and looked at Rachel flatly.

" What do you think, I can't give you enough money. To the extent that you want to work?" Rachel nodded quickly.

" No, don't misunderstand me Peter. I'm just tired of living alone in this mansion!"

" Then I'll move my work home, and accompany you here!" peter is serious.

" Ck, no need. Let's just say I never asked you that question!" exclaims Rachel lazy. Because Peter cannot be fought and does not want to lose.

" I'm sorry, but about work I can't give you permission. I don't want you to get tired and end up getting sick!"

" Hm, I get it!" Peter smiled sweetly, hugged Rachel again and stroked her head until Rachel fell asleep.

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