The Mafia Maid
ella
d my boyfriend Mik
t drop slightl
o gentle and Mike
tried to see if he broug
little breath left my lips
, sweetie.
I didn't want any beating, I'm
I hate when he insults me
nd in those 2 years was only beating and apo
tine over an
emories of our tumultuous r
al, served as a constant reminder of
words contradicted the cruelty she had grown accustom
dictable narrative of our connection. The fear of the unknown loomed large as I brac
tively, I flinched, bracing for impact. Instead, his hand gently c
. Maybe we can break this cyc
t him, trying
anymore, this would be the
e, Isabel
faster at th
d of man
CKING DEAF?
osed my eyes wai
othin
wly, I looked at hi
when I'm back." He said wit
m behind as he walk
my lips as I
is a
efore shaki
ghts, the silence in
nger were replaced by an eer
towards the kitchen, still pr
ing the countless times Mike had promised
oth visible and hidden, and the scepticism
the question echoing in my mind: Was this a genuine turn
g Mike's return to bring back the ha
n uneasy anticipation as I f
ing startled me, and I tensed, b
different – a strange mix of nonchalanc
d between us. The air was thick with unspoken tension,
snapped loo
his tone before looki
a job, Isabe
p, my eyes
bout this
?" He
uhm" I w
ur tongue?" He s
ack down not kno
then I heard his chair mo
ful to me?" He asked, tou
to be paying every bill
I shook
ella, my poor g
ne sca
for two days and when I get back, you shou
whispered an 'ok' because h
ays want
eat." He said poi
t him with
ted me
ut the f
aid again walking toward
followed him slowly
t me before e
ne, asking myself i
is anoth
a?" He c
fingers away from th
f, Isabella." He said, lookin
ngry," I wh
his lips before
ngry?"
ngry?"
said quietly, pic
done, you can sleep."
looked
with al
game, are there
before loo
lla."
picked up my spoo
ake care of my house, and not bring men
and placed a
m, I watched him wal
a differ
ore pushing t