The Mafia Queen's Husband

Chapter six- Eva

⚠️ Warning: mention of sexual assault!

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🎶 Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel 🎶
like a dangerous woman
Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout,
somethin' 'bout you
🎶 Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't 🎶
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I don't remember ever being this mad in my fucking life. I don't remember ever wanting to fucking tear someone apart this much in my whole fucking life. I don't remember ever holding myself back from doing something just because a guy would see me and possibly be traumatized by it. I don't remember ever being obsessed with anyone.

But he is not just anyone. He is... fuck! What is he? Why can't I get him out of my head? What is so special about him? How has he managed to occupy my every single thought ever since I met him? Why does the thought of him even getting a paper cut has me tensing up and wanting to murder everyone that even dares to breathe in his direction?

And I am going to disembowel that bitch.

How dare she? How dare she hurt my husband? How dare she put a single finger on what is mine?

"I-I am really sorry I ruined your meeting. I didn't mean to, I swear. We can even go ba-"

I interrupt him with a single sharp word. "No."

"Are you sure? We're not that far. I'm sure Sarbaturi can turn around. Right?" He leans forward and asks the driver.

"Who the fuck is that?"

"Your driver." He frowns at me disapprovingly, like a mother does at her mannerless child. Even his frowns are cute. Ugh.

"No, that's Frank." I frown back.

"Actually, Ma'am, it is Sarbaturi but you said it was too hard to pronounce so you changed it to Frank." Frank says, glancing at us through the mirror, but quickly backpedals at my glare. "W-which is totally fine."

"Doesn't matter. I don't give a fuck about the meeting. We are not going back, Sebastian. And you are never going to see that bitch ever again. Got it?" I stare deeply into his expressive lavender eyes. God, I should have realized what was going on sooner. The boy wears his heart on his sleeve. You can see every thought and emotion if you look close enough.

He nods hesitantly.

"I need words, pretty boy." I say in a soft voice that I never use with anyone but him.

"Y-yes, Eva."

"Good boy." I smirk at the shiver he tries to hide. I don't know why he even bothers at this point. "Now, do you like ice creams?"

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"This is so good!" Sebastian sighs in pure bliss as he continues to lick his strawberry and chocolate flavored ice cream. "How did you find this place?"

I feel the ice cream melting and trailing down my arm but I can't find it inside me to care. Not when he is sitting across from me on a small U-shaped booth in an ice cream parlor, his pink tongue poking out every two seconds to lick the ice cream with that look on his face.

"I don't know." I say, but I don't even know what he said.

Right now, I couldn't write my name on a paper even with a gun on my head. I can't look at anything but him. It's like I have my own personal porn show. God, who knew eating ice cream could be this erotic? I could probably cum with just a clench of my thighs if I wanted to.

"I want to taste you." I declare and he looks up at me.

"My ice cream? S-sure, yeah. Go ahead." He blushes and offers his ice cream with an innocent smile. But I am not fooled. I can see the mischievous glint in his bright purple eyes.