The Perpetual Association of Mafia Wives

Why the fuck not?

His fist hit the wall for the fiftieth time in an hour. His shirt was undone at her top, sleeve rolled up to his elbow and the vains in his thick neck trying to break free.

It probably wasn't best to be horny at this moment, but Trina couldn't help it. There wasn't a day that went by were she didn't want to be ravished by her husband. Especially when he looked so delicious when he was provoked.

"Honey you need to stop that before you bust a vain and pass out." She started. "Or before I jump you. Either way, you need to chill."

"How can I. When I'm locked in here while other monsters are taking my money!"

"We could fuck, if it makes you feel any better, I could suck your dick for you."

"Trina, now isn't the time."

"We wouldn't even be here if you'd just let Mikee's boyfriend stay. You don't have to drive them anyway like that."

"She's still a kid. She's not allowed a boyfriend."

"AND WHY THE FUCK NOT!" Came their daughter from the other side of the door. "I'm 18 now dad, you'll let me hold guns, shoot at people that chase us in cars. I'm going to inherit this from you one day. I'm allowed to be a feard mobster but I'm not allowed a boyfriend."

Trina then turned to Michael with a raised brow. She knew her husband was protective of their girls but sometimes it was just too much.

"You have to focus on your future not on little boys who can't even pay for a fucking Chick-fil-A." Michael raged. "Now let us out of here or so help me god I will spank you when I get out of here myself."

"I'm not a little girl anymore. Spanking won't work on me like it does for Zaria and Faith."

Michael sighed. "Okay fine, let's have it this way. You let me out, I'll find someone for you, a real man if that's what you want."

"What I want is for you to let me find a man for myself. "

"What do you need a man for any. I raised you know that you don't need a man to lean on. My daughters are strong independent women!"

"Oh, so I'm strong and independent so I don't need to fall in love. That's fucking bullshit dad!"

Trina had to admit they both had very valid points, but this whole situation was out of line.

"That's enough now Michelle!" She called out to their eldest. "Your father has a lot of money on the line, so he needs to go unless you want to be on the streets. And you're grounded as soon as this door is opened."

"I don't care what the punishment is. Just let Morgan come round again. Please."

Trina pinned her husband with a look the said "you're sleeping in the den if you don't do this"

With a heavy sigh Micheal a greed with a grumbled yes.

When the door opened, they were met with Mikee holding a distressed Zaria on one hip while she tapped at her slim phone.

"By the way, dad, Morgan's dad owns New Orleans and wants rage war on you for kicking Morgan out that night."

"He's from a mafia family..." Michael said numbly.

"I thought the name Olivarez would have rang a bell." Mikee smiled sweetly before waddling back up to her room in her oversized nighty and slippers. "By the way ma, aunt Blyth says she'll be visiting in a week."

Planting Zaria on her own tiny feet, Trina let out an excited hum and left her shocked husband in the basement stairwell.

"You better hurry up honey, you're a half hour late."