The Mafia's Wife

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"So, that bastardo is also messing with you?" he said smirking sipping an expensive tequila on the counter.

Folding my arms as I cross my legs getting annoyed by his presence "what does it have to do with you?" raising a brow to him.

His smirk just got bigger as he took a seat beside me in the living room of the hotel suite.

'Dang, that billion-dollar smirk,' I thought to myself

"I know that traitor of a bastardo just wants to be killed, taking the enemies side is such a bad move for him," he said taking the last sip from his drink,

"and him dead is what I want to do" I said with anger hidden in my tone.

He chuckled as he placed the empty wine glass on the center table.

"We can work together," he said looking at me seriously giving shivers to my spine.

Starring at him, studying his face with no glint of humor made me think of the what he said.

Working with a Don would not be bad, but will benefit both of us at the end after killing this stupidos trying to steal my inventions.

"Okay," I said making him smirk, but I know his offer has something in return, "in return?"

"Become my wife, become my Donna" his statement left me starring straight to his eyes searching for a glint of humor or joke but his expression says neither.