• one shots •

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                  • mature content warning •

I had just sat on the couch and turned on the news with my freshly made coffee in hand. All that was being said was things about the weather and animals being rescued, until..

"Oh! Hold on, we are getting word that a man has been brutally murdered, his throat sliced open, and about 16 stab wounds to the chest. His name was Ryan Fenchly, only 27 when he died." 

Right then is when my breath hitched, and I felt my heart beat begin to quicken. That was my ex. We two had been together for 2 years when he cheated on me with my so called 'bestfriend'. He claimed to be drunk, but I didn't buy that shit, so I broke up with him and never spoke to him again.

Until just a week ago. I was at my favorite cafe when he had walked in, when he saw me he immediately came over to me and started apologizing and saying he loved me and whatever. But what he didn't know was that I was now with Ryder olen, a 29 year old mafia who has been in business for 9 years.

When I told my ex about it, he totally flipped and tried to drag me out of the cafe, but when I pushed him off me, he slapped me. He was always manipulative, but he never was abusive.

Ever since then my husband has been out the house the entire week. I didn't think much about it because well he's a mafia, and he's out a lot, doing 'business'.

My arms began to shake lightly, so I placed my  coffee down on the coffee table. I stood up slowly and tried not to over react. I  knew there was a chance that it could have been someone else, but I also knew my husband.

Right as I was about to call Ryder, the front door opened, and in walked my husband. He had on a black button up with the top two buttons un-done, and his sleeves rolled up, with it he had on black slacks and black dress shoes.

He was also carrying a duffle bag and my thoughts went wild just thinking of what could have been in it.

I stopped shaking and took a step forward. "Well hello, mi amore." he spoke walking towards me. Once he was just a step away he set down his duffle bag, and placed his keys on the coffee table.

He tried to reach out to me for a hug but I  pushed his arms down. His eyes widened at my  actions and turned his head hearing the tv on. He noticed the news was on and smirked devilishly.

I was looking down at the carpet when I felt a cold veiny hand grab the back of my neck pulling me close. I gasped slightly and looked into his eyes, trying to maintain my confidence.

"Speak." I heard him say with his cold voice, I rarely hear. I clenched my jaw and began to glare into his eyes. "Did you do it." I  asked, knowing he knew what I meant.

"Do what, my love. You know you have to be specific." He spoke with that sinister smile. That smile I some how fell for. "You know what! Stop playing with me Ryder!" I yell, now tired of him keeping me in the dark.

He squints his eyes at me and soon enough I'm bent over the back of the couch. "Don't fucking yell at me Riley, you know better." I try to kick backwards to get free and it surprisingly works. I  back up and try to catch my breath.

"Answer me Ryder." I demand. He's always kept me in the dark of what he does at work. Mostly because he knows how much I hate it. But I still expect him to tell me about serious things like this, things like killing people.