The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss

Chapter 3

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of meat displayed

omous, simmering hatred began to disp

and finally at the men crowding the door, my

blood vendetta that they would remember this night, and t

ghter, and the ugly sound seemed to be a

civilian doing anything to bankrupt two

sound of flesh on flesh was swallowed by the bathroom's steam; half a

as she pulled her hand away; warm blood welled up fro

reatened that once the thirty-minute bet was up, she would have her

ave their fun with me right a

d cold. I stared at

e day, she would be the one eating insects o

my face with the back of her hand, and the pavé diamonds on her

a wave of water over the side, washing away the l

n as my bare legs and shoulders were

how long I would last. They threatened to drag me

drew on it deeply, and stated through the smoke tha

and wound her arms tightly around his

ith the civilian this instant-she want

, and agreed to her demand wi

in underworld cruelty. The last ember of warm

aimed he once had real feelings for me, but my lack

irth, shifting the blame to my b

ockroach under his heavy combat boot, then bent down,

fell into the water, its impact send

in the room, my eyes burning

or a high-end escort, insisting I was entirely unfit to survive the ruthless world of t

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Emma Mafia

“On the night I was to consummate my vows with the heir to the Vitiello mafia empire, his childhood sweetheart tipped a pail of hissing cockroaches into my bathwater. My new husband, Cassius, just stood in the doorway, arranging a wager with his soldiers on the exact minute my mind would splinter. He coldly announced that our marriage certificate was a forgery, and that a bloodless civilian like me could never sit beside him. "You are only a pretty distraction, a temporary toy meant to be passed around my loyal men," he sneered. Bianca slapped me across the face, her diamond ring drawing blood, before ordering the men to dump a massive glass jar of hundreds of frenzied roaches into the tub. The soldiers surged forward like starving animals, leering at my exposed, wet body, ready to drag me out and tear me apart. Cassius merely smoked his cigar, fully sanctioning my violation and telling me to curse my own low birth. I stared at the man I had expended every hidden connection and resource to keep alive during the bloody succession wars. I had given him everything to secure his seat, only to be discarded the second I outlived my usefulness. They thought I was just a fragile canary with no moves left on the board. They didn't know I was the hidden Boss of the Romano Famiglia, the ruthless Don who controlled the entire Eastern Seaboard. I wiped the dirty bathwater from my face, shed my civilian disguise, and gave the kill order to my tactical strike team waiting in the shadows.”