Marriage about love, or loyalty or choice. It's about expected duty and honor. About : money and power. Both have diminished since mafia groups and other criminal organizations have attempted to expand their power in our region.
Taehyung canceled his plans for the day and sent Jimin to get some work done. As a woman in the mafia world, You quickly learn not to ask too many questions because the answers aren't great to hear.
When I walk into the kitchen in my bathrobe, she stares at the fridge with a frown on her face. "Can you cook?"
I snorted. "Don't tell me you never make breakfast for yourself?"
"I usually eat breakfast outside when I go to work, except on days when Auntie is here and prepares breakfast for me." His eyes scanned my body. I wore shorts, tank top and sandals because it was really hot today. "I like your feet." He said smiling.
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I shook my head, then walked over to him to take a peek at the fridge. He didn't back down and my hand was stroked by him. This time I did not flinch at his treatment. His touch comforts me and he doesn't surprise me, I can totally imagine and enjoy his touch. Good fridge, full of groceries. The problem is I also never cook, but I won't tell Taehyung. I grabbed the eggs and red peppers, and put them on the kitchen table. It can't be difficult to prepare an omelet. I've seen our cook a few times in the past.
Taehyung leaned against the kitchen wall and crossed his arms as I grabbed the skillet from the cupboard and turned on the stove. I glanced over my shoulder. "Will you help me? You can cut tofu you're a knife expert from what I've heard. It should be easier to cut vegetables than to cut a human's ring finger" I remember he was the one who cut Raffaell's ring finger.
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It made the corners of his lips twitch but he pulled the knife out of the block and stepped to my side. The tip of my head only reached his chest with my flat sandals. I have to admit that I like it. I handed over the peppers and pointed at the wooden plank because I felt Taehyung had started chopping right on the expensive black granite counter. We worked in silence but Taehyung kept glancing at me. I put some butter in the pan, then beat the eggs. I'm not sure if I need to add milk or cream or cheese, but I decided not to add it. I poured the eggs into the skillet sizzling from the heat.
Taehyung pointed his knife at the chopped peppers. "Then what are these peppers for?"
"Damn it," I whispered. The peppers should have gone in first.
"Have you ever cooked?"
I ignored him and tossed the peppers into the skillet with the eggs. I turned on the stove to maximum heat and immediately the smell of burning fire reached my nostrils. I quickly grabbed the spatula and tried to flip the omelet, but it stuck to the skillet. Taehyung looked at me with a smirk.
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"Why don't you make some coffee for us?" I snapped as I tried to flip the eggs in the pan.
When I thought the eggs were safe to eat, I scooped them out onto two plates. The eggs are so messy, they don't look delicious. Taehyung's eyebrows shot up as I placed the plate in front of him. He sat on the chair and I sat on the one beside him. I watched him as he took a fork and scraped an egg and brought it to his mouth. He gulped, but obviously he wasn't too impressed. I ate it too and almost spat it back. The eggs were too burnt and too salty. I dropped my fork and swallowed half of my coffee, don't even care that it's still hot. "Oh my god, that's disgusting."
There's a bit of amusement on Taehyung's face. The more casual phrasing makes him seem much more approachable. "Maybe we should go out for breakfast." I said giving up on eating the food I failed to serve. The omelet cooked by me was disgusting.
Seeing my still hot coffee was half empty, he pulled his lips into a witty smile. "How hard is it to make an omelette?"
Taehyung stifled a laugh. Then his eyes fell on my bare feet, and almost touched them. He put his hands on my knees and I froze with the cup to my lips. I did nothing, he easily traced his thumb through my skin. "What are you going to do today?"
I pondered that, even if his hands were very annoying. I'm confused between wanting to get his hands off my knees and asking him to keep stroking my knees. "The morning after our wedding night, you asked me if I knew how to fight, so maybe you can teach me how to use a knife or a gun, and maybe some self-defense techniques."
Taehyung's face looks shocked. "Thinking of using a knife or gun to kill me?"
I couldn't believe what he was saying. "Our forces are out of balance, before I shoot you or stab you maybe I will die first. It's not fair to me, you are too strong"
"I've never fought fairly so far, my opponent is weak and it's been proven that until now no one can kill me."
Of course not, you're a monster. "So will you teach me?"
"I want to teach you many things, especially bed games. But not for fighting, I can still protect you" His fingers tighten on my knees, then he kisses my cheek briefly.
"Tae," I said quietly. "I'm serious. I know you can take good care of me, even Hoshi you specially assigned to take care of me, but I want to be able to defend myself if something unexpected happens. You said it yourself, That damn Cube won't care if it's a female opponent, they don't indiscriminately finish off their opponent."
It had convinced him. He nodded. "Fine. Vittielo has a gym where we work out and do self-defense exercises. We can go there to train."
I smiled, excited to get out of the penthouse and do something useful. "I'll take my training clothes." I jumped off the bench and ran upstairs to our room.
