Mob ties, wealth, prosperity. Those were the three things that circulated around Luciano; A wealthy businessman's life. Wealth, Mafia ties, and Murder were Kyrei's diversions.
Two cutthroat sociopaths trying to survive in the jungle-also know as th...
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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎'𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄. 11:30 a.m
Agitated, and on edge were two words to describe how Luciano had been acting the past week. How he felt? Was another story. He'd been avoiding Kyrei as much as he could, whenever he went to her home he made sure to stay on her mother's level of the house—to avoid running into her.
He felt horrible, knowing that he was avoiding her. He knew she probably was in her head about it, but until he got the situation under control; he didn't want to sit in her face, fuck on her and act like everything was okay.
Right before Sophia dropped the bomb that she was pregnant, Kyrei asked him if they were still intimate. Although Sophia's pregnancy was a result of the last time they fucked, which was before him and Kyrei did— he knew she wouldn't even want to hear him out.
She would call bullshit, and to her it'll look like he was fucking both of them at the same time. That wasn't the case, at all.
Tapping his foot against the marbled floor in his room, he adjusted the white suit shirt he sported. With his elbows on his knees, and his hands under his chin he sighed.
Sophia made her entrance into the room from the bathroom that was connected to it, with a smile on her face she sat on the bed next to him. Slipping on her pants, she studied her husband from behind. He was on edge, and something was bothering him but she just didn't know what. She knew, she just hoped her intuition wasn't right.
"Luciano?" She called out to him.
Snapping his neck in her direction, Luciano raised his eyebrows as he waited for her to speak. "Yeah?"
"Do.. do you even want this?"
Huffing, Luciano put his head in his hands, rubbing over his face before speaking. "Truthfully? No. Sophia, our marriage hasn't had a spark in two years. What makes you think bringing a baby into a failed marriage will do? Help it? I really hope you're not using this fucking baby as a pawn to get what you want."
Sophia's face softened, crossing her arms over her chest she frowned. "Excuse me? I'm your wife Luciano! This fucking baby should be the highlight of your life whether our marriage is falling apart or not."
"Wanna know why our marriage is falling apart?"
Standing up from the bed, Luciano faced Sophia at his full height. "What? Hm? Spit it out, cause I promise you my reasoning is way better than yours."
Scoffing once more, Sophia chuckled. "This marriage is falling apart because you are a bad husband! You don't pay me any mind, you put your job before me, so I drifted away!"
