My Husband Is The Mafia King

the mansion was c

were bruised and split from slamming Dimitri into the table. He didn't even

door for us. Julian stepped out, then offered me his han

s. Marcus nodded and disappeared

ur master bathroom. He didn't say a word as he walked to the sink

terrifying Mafia King from the club was

e tonight," I

oked at me through t

the bathroom. "I meant... the way you looked. The way yo

. I have done terrible things to protect the people I care about. If I had hesitated tonight, Di

was terrifying, but it was

hand resting gently on my wa

s. "No," I whispered honestly

y back. "You should be," he murmured, his face inches from mine. "Because when I

hard. "What

hat side of me. I didn't want you to look at me an

husband. The mafia boss, the mechanic, the m

aw a flash of pure, vulnerable emotion in his eyes. He looked like a

erve you," h

rn me,"

d demanding, his hands tangling in my hair. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss was nothi

ed back, we were bot

I breat

ng his forehead again

nterrupted us. My phone. It was

was my mother. She had called sev

is body tensing

ied you're going to have

n grumbled, stepping b

he phone. "Mo

al. "You have to come home! Something terrible h

ld. "What? Arre

arged with embezzlement, fraud, and laundering money for a criminal syndicate! They put h

against the doorframe, his arms crosse

id slowly. "Wh

I told him that if he wanted to keep his job, he should look into your father's financial records. Your fath

You... you got my

ian said, his voice cold as ice. "He laughed while your mother insulted you. He owes me a deb

mix of horror and a

ng to run the c

ed toward me. He smiled, a dark, w

a Blackwood now. It's time th