"I'm the king of the mafia."
She opened her eyes wide, opening and closing her mouth, trying to say something.
"You've got to be kidding." She said, running her hands through her hair, definitely nervous.
"I'm serious. If I were someone in the normal world and I killed someone like last night, I would run as fast as my legs could carry me, but murder is something I've been used to since I was sixteen and no one can do anything to me." She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Sixteen?"
"Are you a psychopath? Is there something wrong with you. What's going on?" She asked me, not believing me.
"Think what you want, but now you know you're in the mafia just like me. Let me tell you right away that our whole family has been in it for years. My father was your dad's right-hand man, from whom I took over this mafia because there was no male heir, but on the condition that you and I get married. That's why I had to be with a spoiled brat like you." She didn't wait a second before I felt her hand on my cheek.
I grabbed her hand tightly, and twisted it a little, enough to hurt it without breaking it.
"You won't do this. I'm the king of the mafia and I'm respected. Do you know what you're doing, do you know who you're married to?" She tried to pull her hand away, but I pulled her close enough for me to feel her nose.
She turned pale.
"So this is actually your real face. This is your life. You monster. I hate you." She's not aware, she still doesn't understand that this is her life as much as mine.
I pushed her away from me and got up from the couch.
"Don't pretend and act like you're hurt. I killed a man because of you, just because you couldn't stay home, but decided to go out, dressed vulgarly. What did you want, other men to beg for your touch, did you? Do you want their attention? I can give you that too, you just have to ask." She doesn't believe I'm telling her that.
"You're here like some innocent, you think I don't see your true face. You can pretend to others, but not to me." Now she got up from the couch too.
"You've gone completely crazy. I don't want anything to do with all this. I'm leaving, and I want a divorce." She started for the door, but she was far from the exit.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her fast enough that she flew onto the bed.
"You're not going anywhere. Divorce is not an option. It doesn't exist. Don't get your hopes up for something that won't happen. You're mine until one of us dies." I told her, already tired of this.
What a joke, she want to divorce me.
"Where's my phone?" She asked, pacing around the room, looking for her phone.
"I don't think it matters right now." I told her and sat down on the couch.
"I WANT MY CELL PHONE!" She started shouting at the top of her lungs.
I let it out.
What kind of words she said to me, I'm surprised I stayed somewhat calm. If it were anyone else, I would have put a bullet in their forehead by now.
"Enough!" I shouted.
"Your shrill voice is making me nuts. You're asking me about your things as if I were using them. Anyway, can we get back to the mafia and finally get it over with." She looked at me with such hatred.
How beautiful she is. That orange hair, her beautiful eyes, smooth face, beautiful soft full lips, mmmm.
"I don't want to hear about the mafia, I don't want to be in it, don't count me out. There's no mafia option with me. I won't be part of the killers." She's funny.
