Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
Cappadocia

After sitting for hours in the plane, they finally arrived in Turkey. Peter and Rachel get off the plane under tight guard. As if they were the leaders of the country.

Peter was wearing sunglasses, covering the panda's eyes that were coiled wide around the eyelids due to crying last night.

Peter flickered his fingers, clasping Rachel's hand. Pull her out of the airport and into the car Keenan had prepared.

They headed to the city of Cappadocia, one of the most unique cities in Turkey. It wasn't Peter who went there, but Rachel.

The woman wanted to see the view of the city from above the sky by riding a hot air balloon. Peter could not refuse his wife's request.

"Peter, how many days do we live here?" rachel asked while enjoying the view of the sky decorated with various models of hot air balloons.

The roof of the car opens at Rachel's request. Fortunately, Peter brought a sports car. Two black cars followed them from behind.

"About two weeks!" peter answered, lighting a cigarette. "That long?" surprised Rachel. Peter took her on a honeymoon for two weeks.

"Our new house is still under renovation, baby. It takes about two weeks!" answer Peter again. Rachel flicked her hands, throwing away Peter's cluster of cigarette smoke.

"You have everything prepared by Keenan!" rachel said again. Pry.

Jesus, this woman, it's so nice to have Peter argue. Rachel is too innocent or stupid, does Rachel think the repairman who renovated is a magician. You can renovate your home in a day.

The house Peter bought was not small, three times larger than his Las Vegas home. Speaking of Las Vegas, Peter felt he had to leave one of his confidants there to take care of his Casino later.

"Sir handyman, ordinary man Re. They can not renovate the house within a day. They need time, a maximum of two weeks!" Peter answered in a low voice. There was a noticeable lazy tone in his speech just now.

"During that time, you renovated or built a house anyway?" lament Rachel again. Peter breathed his tired breath. Surprised by the woman's temperament that is easily changeable.

"I bought a mansion, three times bigger than our previous home. All the old stuff is also replaced with new stuff. So it takes time, be patient a little!" pinta Peter. lowered his tone by an octave.

"Yes-yes, I'll be patient. Just so you know, I still didn't expect you to take me there."

"That's because I don't want you to grieve staying away from brother-in-law. If you miss it, just go there no need to get on a plane, just by car." Peter breathed out his cigarette smoke again.

"Is our house close to the Damian Mansion?" Rachel continued to ask, leaning her head on Peter's sturdy shoulder.

"Not too close either, it should take about half an hour!" answer Peter.

"Then, what about your Mafia job. Is there no transaction anymore?"

"Why do you want to come again?" peter asked, raising his eyebrows. Looked at Rachel in wonder.

Rachel was as if addicted to doing such dangerous work, as if there was a certain pleasure comforting her heart.

"Of course, I don't think challenging work like this is fun enough.If I knew if this job was interesting, maybe I'd join sooner than before!" Peter rolled his eyeballs. Peter admitted, his heart was happy when he heard Rachel supporting his work.

However, after the incident a week ago. Peter is not happy, Rachel is better off angry and forbids him from committing murder. Not out of envy at Rachel's ability, which was even a little off of Peter's.

But Rachel's safety is at stake here. Peter did not want his enemies to take advantage of the situation and attack them from behind.

Luck does not come at all times, there are times when misfortune befalls and may make Rachel hurt. And Peter didn't want that to happen.

"Why, is it because I'm making things difficult for you. You know, I put all of my abilities in so I don't trouble you. But you don't seem to appreciate my hard work!" Rachel began to tear up, but she was not this crybaby. I don't know what's going on.

"I didn't mean it, Re. I don't want you to get hurt, remember the deal from a week ago. Two enemies at once attack us and they target you." as if not knowing the place, the two argue in the middle of the road.

"Ck, yesterday you saw it for yourself right, I can protect myself." Peter knew that, and he was proud of it.

But still Peter is her husband, she has full responsibility for the woman's life. If anything happens to Rachel, not just Darion, maybe Kanaya and Dominic will blame her.

"I know, but I'm still worried. You are my wife, my life. I don't want you to get hurt, honey. Why don't you understand too!" exclaim Peter frustrated.

"We've discussed this, no, why do you keep bringing it up as if there's no other problem than your concern!" sibir Rachel, squint. Wanting to feel, he got out of the car and left Peter alone.

"Do you have any particular intention of joining me? if you do tell me. I'll be happy to help you!" Rachel was silent for a long time, unable to answer.

And his expression made Peter even more suspicious. He wanted to force her to answer, but could not. Because Peter doesn't like to press Rachel.

"I don't have a specific purpose, just want to have fun with my husband. I'm happy with this job, so I beg you. Let me accompany you." Not just tears, sobs started Rachel to let out.

"But when you're pregnant, promise me you'll stop for good!" Rachel wiped away the unraveling tears, and nodded quickly.

"I promise, after being tested positive for pregnancy I will focus on my son and husband" Rachel said. Swiping snot with tissue.

The cup! Peter kisses Rachel's head, then refocuses on the streets. They soon arrive at the hotel. Peter bought a five-star hotel before coming here.

Buy out? yes, Peter accidentally bought the most famous five-star hotel in the city of Cappadocia for Rachel. As a reward for Rachel's hard work one week ago .

The incident a week ago stunned Peter, wanting to give something to appreciate his business.

After arriving, Peter took Rachel into the hotel. Rachel was surprised, usually visitors have to queue at the reception desk. Then, how could Peter enter casually without any burden.

Rachel was silent, waiting for the right time to ask. They finally arrived at the president's suite. Rachel threw her body on the bed, before wondering back.

"Peter, why don't we go to the receptionist and make a reservation?"

"That's because I'm the owner of this hotel, baby. I mean you're the owner of this hotel!"

Who me? where'sme? Rachel was so shocked she could not speak.

"Don't be surprised, take this as a reward for your efforts one week ago." Peter laughed at Rachel's confusion.

"It's too wasteful!"

"I have plenty of money!"

"It's so arrogant of you!" rachel Lips.

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