My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 6

The sound of Matteo getting up early the next morning snapped me out of my thoughts. The sun had barely risen, casting a golden hue into the room. I could hear Matteo moving around outside my door, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

A moment later, I heard a soft knock on the door. "Get up," Matteo's voice barked through the door. "We have a lot to discuss."

"What, again you love waking me up early in the morning aren't you?" I say

"Get used to it, this is your new life now," Matteo replied bluntly. "Now hurry up and get dressed. I'll see you downstairs in ten minutes."

I groaned but dragged myself out of bed and got ready in record time. Ten minutes later, I walked downstairs to find Matteo waiting for me in the living room, sipping a cup of black coffee.

He gestured for me to take a seat across from him on the couch. "We need to talk," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I sat down, fidgeting nervously. What could he possibly want to talk about so urgently? Matteo set down his coffee mug and leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine.

"First things first, I need you to understand that this is a business arrangement," he stated, his voice cold and business-like. "You will play the role of the doting wife in public, nothing more, nothing less. Is that clear?"

"Yes Matteo" I say

Matteo nodded, satisfied with my response. He leaned back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest. "Good. Now, there are going to be certain expectations for you as my wife. You'll need to attend all important events and functions with me, and you'll have access to a generous allowance to maintain your appearance and wardrobe."

I nod.

"But make no mistake," he warned me, his voice growing stern. "You are still my property, my wife. You'll obey my orders without question, and you'll do everything in your power to uphold our image. Do you understand?"

"Yeah of course, I will do this in public, I understand" I respond.

Matteo studied me for a moment, as if weighing the sincerity of my words."Remember, there are eyes and ears everywhere. We have to maintain the illusion of a happy and devoted couple. Any slip-ups or mistakes could put both of us in danger. Understood?"

"What kind of danger exactly?" I ask.

Matteo's expression grew dark. "There are many enemies in my line of work," he explained. "People who would do anything to see me fail. If they catch wind of our arrangement or sense weakness, they will try to use it against us. We can't afford to let our guard down, even for a moment. That's why it's so important that we maintain the illusion of a functional and devoted couple at all times."

"Oh okay" I say in a understanding tone.

Matteo nodded, seeming satisfied with my response. "Good," he said. "Now let's move on to the specifics of our arrangement. I've arranged for a tailor to come by later today to take your measurements for your wardrobe. I want you to look your absolute best at all times, so I'll be overseeing everything you wear in public. You will also attend regular fittings and appointments to keep up your appearance. Am I clear?"

"Yes" I said my voice low.

Matteo nodded approvingly. "Great," he said. "Now, let's talk about our finances. I will be providing you with a substantial allowance each month, which will cover all your living expenses and any personal expenses you may have. I also expect you to manage the household, which includes managing the staff, ordering supplies and groceries, and keeping the house in order. Do you have any issues with that?"

I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed but determined to keep up with all the expectations. Matteo continued to lay out the details of our arrangement, outlining the responsibilities and privileges that came with being his wife. As he spoke, I couldn't help but feel like a puppet, being controlled by his demands and expectations. But I knew there was no way out. This was my life now.

Matteo's voice took on a cold, calculated tone. "There is one more thing," he said, his eye drilling into mine. "Infidelity of any kind will not be tolerated. If you entertain any thoughts of infidelity, or if I find evidence that you have been unfaithful, the consequences will be severe."

I respond "Why would I even cheat with you anyway"

Matteo's eyes widened for a split second, surprised by my blunt response. He studied me for a moment before responding, his voice low and menacing. "I don't care about the details of your motivations," he said. "All I care about is that you understand the consequences. I will not tolerate any form of betrayal or dishonesty. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah yeah" I respond.

Matteo leans back, his tone shifting again to one of authority. "Good," he says. "Now there are a few more things we need to discuss regarding our public persona. First and foremost, physical touch. In public, I expect you to be comfortable being touched and affectionate towards me. This includes holding hands, kissing, and being physically close to me at all times."

"Do I really have to...kiss you?" I ask.

Matteo raised an eyebrow at my question, his eyes boring into me. "Yes," he says firmly. "You will have to kiss me. It's part of the act. We need to make people believe that we are a devoted couple. And that means being comfortable with physical intimacy, including kissing. If you're not comfortable with that, then this whole thing won't work."

I sigh "Jesus..."

Matteo's eyes remained narrowed, his tone growing more stern. "I'm serious. I don't care if you're uncomfortable or not. This is important for our facade. People need to see us as a real couple, and part of that involves physical affection. So yes, you will need to kiss me. Got it?"

I reluctantly nodded my head, feeling the weight of his stare on me. Matteo's face softened ever so slightly, seemingly satisfied with my response. "Good," he says, his tone slightly less harsh. "Now as I was saying, we will be attending various events and functions together. You will be expected to be charming, gracious, and sophisticated in front of my business associates and clients. Can you handle that?"