What She Doesn't Know
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Last published Mon, Dec 7, 2020
Isabella has been married to her high school sweetheart for about three years now. She thinks that she knows everything about him.
She is going to find out just how wrong she was when she is the pawn in her husband's deal with a Russian Mafia Boss. Not to mention, he is the Italian Mafia Boss, but she didn't know that either.
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"A man with a Russian accent called and wants to meet up with you," she said, looking into his eyes.
He dropped her chin and spun away from her. "Merda (shit)," he cursed. He banged his fist hard on the counter top, making her jump. She had never seen him like this before. He was usually calm and put together. She backed away from him.
He turned back to her, his eyes ablaze with fury. He gripped her arm like a vice. "Cosa gli hai detto (what did you tell him)," he bellowed at her. She shrunk back into herself, not knowing how to reply due to not knowing what he was asking of her.
He rolled her eyes at her insolence. A part of him knew she didn't know any Italian except for a few little phrases, but that part was in the back corner of his mind. He griped her harder, causing her to whimper. "What. Did. You. Tell him?"
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Warning: Contains violnce, swearing, and mature content
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