My Husband Is A MAFIA BOSS?!?!

Let me explain god damnit

Gloria's P.O.V

I was shocked at the sight in front of me. My husband and a dead man with bruises and broken bones. Let's not forget the bullet hole in his head and the gun in Niccolaio's hand. "W-What did you do Niccolaio," I whispered, but I know he heard me.

"Look Gloria, let me explain," he said. I wasn't listening. My mind was telling me to make a run for it. But my heart was telling me to let him explain. That he has a good reason for killing this man and making our basement into a torture chamber.

I looked around the room absorbing everything that he will need to explain. I looked until my eyes landed on a jar in the far corner of the room. It was a jar with something red in it and something else in it I couldn't make out what it was.

It was just about as long as a hot dog and as thick as a Vienna sausage. Oh my God! "IS THAT THAT MAN'S DICK," I asked wide eyed. I couldn't believe him this was not the same man I married 2 years ago. This man was entirely different.

I couldn't do it. I completely ignored my heart and made a beeline for the second floor where Dante's and my rooms where. Me and Niccolaio slept in the same bed but when we were mad at each other I'd get the room next to Dante.

I ran into Dante's room and locked the door I then ran into my room using the door that connects our room and locking my door. Praising myself for the time I took the keys and spare keys to the rooms on this floor from Niccolaio after an argument.

I could hear Niccolaio's foot steps thundering down the hall coming near. I silently thank God for Dante being such a heavy sleeper. I swear the boy could sleep through an earthquake. I chuckle to myself the immediately starts scolding myself. "This is not the time to be laughing Gloria," I say as I scold myself.

I heard Niccolaio trying to open Dante's door. After realizing it was locked he came over to my door and started banging on it. "GLORIA OPEN THE DAMN DOOR," he screamed. I was scared. I wanted to open the door but my body wouldn't let me. I was shaking.

No trembling in fear. My husband killed someone. He wasn't cheating he was killing someone. I would've felt better if he was cheating. "Leave me alone Niccolaio," I said. "DAMN IT GLORIA OPEN THE DOOR AND LET ME EXPLAIN GOD DAMNIT," he yelled.

I got up to open the door and what he did next shocked me.....