Married With Mr. Mafia

Go home

Gisha days are going well these days, everything is going well, well even though there are always distractions from Kitty because they live in the same house.

It should have been just that, until William suddenly came home dressed in blood, and wounded in the head.

"What'sthis? You injured? How could? Let's go to the hospital!" Gisha pulls her husband's hand, trying to get the father of her son to visit the hospital to treat the not-so-great wound.

"First, my blood is not mine. Second, this brow wound is just a small wound, my wife simply treated it with a P3K box that's right here." Will took out a box of P3Ks that were there.

The man pulled his wife to sit on the edge of the bed, as did Will who was sitting nearby.

Gisha was silent, and just kept looking at her husband's face without saying anything more. Gisha already knew that her husband's job was not a normal job, no one said being a mafia boss was easy and safe. It must be full of danger from any side, right?

"What's wrong? My head hurts, can you please treat me, baby?" Will draws one hand from Gisha, and puts a light, white cotton pad in Gisha's hand.

Gisha wants to be angry, but William is also hurt. How do you express your feelings now? On the one hand Gisha is upset and hates her husband's dirty work, but on the other hand Gisha is very grateful that her husband is still alive today, she is not a widow, she is not a widow, his son did not become an orphan before his birth.

Gisha is happy, but when she recalls Will's work. Perhaps, behind the story of Will who is still alive, there are stories of others who have not lost their lives, lying stiff with a body that no longer has a soul.

How does their family feel? Must be shocked, devastated. Unfortunately that feeling that filled Gisha's heart at this time, what if the victim's family's feelings were the feelings that Gisha would feel in the future? Hows it?

"How many people died?" Gisha asked frankly. Even so, despite the weight, although some of her words were still stuck on the painful tip of her tongue, Gisha kept asking.

Gisha placed the soft, light cotton pad on Will's wound, the not-so-great brow wound, gently cleansing his blood, he administered antiseptic drugs before Gisha covered the wound with a plaster.

"Nothing, not today." William replied with a friendly smile.

Deg

Gisha raised her eyes without her control. "There really isn't? Will?"

"She said she had to go home quickly to give her daughter a teddy bear, so for today I didn't kill her, maybe just hurt her enough, well at least until the deal and the thing I wanted to get. Ah take it easy, the doll for her daughter is not dirty either."

Gisha was still silent on hearing her husband's story just now.

"I'm going to be a father, as I promise, once my business is done I'm going to get out of this mafia world. So, can you please trust me more?"

Gisha. A haru cry just came out from his eyes he immediately hugged William who even his clothes were still full of blood.

Not today, I intend tomorrow anyway. It still means I'm not lying, right? Today I really didn't kill anyone, but I don't know tomorrow.

Ah, how do you explain it? In the dark world that Will has lived his entire life, it is difficult to keep his hands clean after entering there.