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