Resisting my Possessive Mafia Husband

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breath and then let it out. All t

o inside?" I ques

cted that you will be shown to your room," he answered

this is the

rring on my features because what should I do if I am no

red in a mocking tone, and I gave

. That was the stance for someone who didn't plan on budging unti

pace. The house was as big as a hotel and as labyrinthe as a complex castle. If m

and entered, shutt

the wall next to me until I found a switch, and the

the middle of the room, just at the center,

anything worthwhile. To the left was a vanity dresser, and to the right was a closet. A walk-i

rfect. I

d into it, collapsing with a giggle a

If Maria and Miguel had told me I'd be out of their lives and living in this kind

and to a mobster no less. Not only did I fail to rebuke th

like this, I'd have prayed for Migu

d can move around a house w

d to go to a mall? What if I wanted to catch up with old uni

will find out later if I needed to be in the house as a live-in wife

hus

arried to someone that

at deadly

chool girl. I know this was not a marriage of love. I was only a

more as I pon

s idea that should

lung open, and Donovan strode in confidently,

of his black slacks, his jaw h

in the room with arrogance. As if

ardened even more. I could sense him grindi

the foot, his eyes

the room to

expected him to say, I

ble to handle his p

ur word

w he'd be angry if I replied with a nod

love t

eed anyth

just doing this to get over it. He was a mafia boss. Of course, he

preciation so he'd get along with his day. It was s

nt to be in bed until you need me. I...I want to