The Mafia's Obstreperous Bride | 18+

Chapter 8. A Little Horny Adventure

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Alessandro
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Touched.
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''Who the hell can he be? My boyfriend?'' She mocked rolling her eyes.

''Next time you talk like that with me and I pull your tongue out.'' She spat, her ego clearly hurt.

Who the hell does she think she is?

''Looks like your father let your wings grow out too much tigress. They need to be cut off.'' I said sucking in a sharp breath. Anastasia gets on my fucking nerves.

''Cut my wings all you want slaughter boy. I will still have claws and they're sharp as hell not like weak wings that can be cut off. Now drive I have much better things to do then sit in a car with you.''

''Anastasia, I will ask one more time. Who the fuck is Lionel to touch you like that? I swear to God that picture could potentially pull my eyes out.''

''Answer me before murder gets on my hands.'' I continued.

''What else was he supposed to do fuck me? For gods sake, he is my doctor.'' She roared.

''I can't watch my wife lingering around other men like a whore. From now on you are not allowed to leave the mansion.'' I said as I pressed the power button. The engine roared as I drove off.

Anastasia is becoming a bigger problem.

Her father was not wrong when he said how untameable she is . . . .

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Anastasia
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Whore.

I can't watch my wife lingering around other men like a whore.

''Come on, be uncle's little whore Ana.''

''You are the finest Sicilian whore there ever was.''

''Whores like you are not supposed to feel pain.''

''Whores like you only want to be fucked.''

Those haunting words kept repeating in my mind. As my head kept spinning at those horrid memories. He called me a whore. Just like he had when I was younger. This is how my life was going to be. Bicker. Get fucked. And shutting the fuck up.

How boring.

How nice.

How . . . . ?

My childhood was no Barbie dolls and rainbows. I have stains on my soul that only I know. Only me. That can never be washed away as hard as I try. That never leave my side no matter what I do.

Not even my family.

Not even Alessandro.

Not anyone else.

Just me.

I never knew that a single word, could break me and shatter me like glass. I knew it hurt. But this much? I never thought.

My head was spinning crazy as images of a weak and helpless Anastasia being used came up to my mind. Did I deserve all that?

Yes, you deserve it because you are nothing less than a whore.

''Anastasia?''

I heard him calling me but my inner screams made me deaf. I could feel nothing nor hear anything.