Enforcer's Wife

She probably thinks I'm going to fuck her.
Instead, I go to my closet and take out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that's small for me, and a medicine cream I often use for my own bruises. I place the clothes on the bed, then start to apply the cream on her arms. She flinches as I grab her arm.
"I don't hit women." I say coldly.
Although I was part of the mob, I did have some principles. She looks surprised at my words, probably not believing me given my reputation. She still winces as the cool cream meets her skin. I move on to her bare waist, carefully rubbing the cream on the bruises. My fingers brush over her back, moving her long dark hair to one side of her shoulder. I feel a pang as she whimpers when the cool gel meets the marks. I rub the cream into the bruises as gently as I can, trying to ignore her whines. I finally finish and close the bottle. Then, I sit on the bed, boring my eyes on her face.
"Who did this to you?" I try to ask calmly, even though I'm furious inside. How dare somebody break what was mine? Her eyes dart back and forth again, and she swallows nervously.
"I'm not going to ask you again. How did you get these marks?" I ask in a harsher tone this time. She gulps, then pushes some of her hair behind her ears.

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