Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage

illegal weapons transactions

After making sure Rachel doesn't wake up late at night. Peter prepares to leave to complete his failed illegal weapons transaction, due to a betrayal committed by one of his mafia members.

In the front yard of the mansion, Keenan stood beside the car he had prepared while breathing patiently, tired of waiting for his big boss who never came.

Occasionally his eyes glanced towards the slickly circular watch on his wrist. With time, fear of them arriving late and make the client disappointed.

Until finally there were footsteps approaching him, making Keenan look up to see who came to him.

The pleasure of approaching the latitude of the big boss he was waiting for finally revealed the trunk of his nose. Peter looks busy wearing a long coat made of Vicuna wool.

The man looked sexy with casual wear consisting of turtlenecks, tight black jeans, and a coat that was also the same color. All are all black, but it looks cool if the mafia leader is wearing it.

Keenan lowered his head briefly, then rushed to open the back door and let Peter in.

Two black cars containing 10 Gold Lion members in each car, followed them from behind.

" Hurry up, I want this transaction to be resolved quickly!" peter exclaimed, he leaned his head while closing his eyes.

Keenan nodded briefly, he stepped on the gas pedal to start running the black car to the designated place.

Along the way Peter fell silent, his eyes closed but his consciousness was still one hundred percent intact. His mind drifted to and fro thinking of his beautiful wife.

I don't know why Peter feels Rachel starting to feel for him. How to make the woman aware of her feelings.

" Have you investigated that mafia group?" ask Peter.

" As you said, sir, they intend to rob us with the weapons we carry!" keenan replied.

" Hais, they want to play around with me apparently!" Peter opened his eyes, grabbed his two favorite pistols and filled them with bullets.

" I will eliminate him later, make sure our men are able to conquer and master the situation later!"

" Okay sir!" Keenan refocused on the highway they were passing.

Until finally they entered into a wild forest area far from the hustle of the city. There were dozens of people standing as if waiting for their arrival.

Peter smiled smirk, seeing the complete weapons they brought was certainly a cheap group that did not intend to establish cooperation.

" I'm sorry to keep you waiting!" Peter said plainly, pretending not to understand the dangerous situation he was facing.

" It doesn't matter Mr Abbey, by the way where are the weapons we ordered?" asked a tall, old man with white hair that spread almost all over his scalp.

It seems that man is the leader. " It's in the box!" show Peter to relax.

The mafia leader smiled meaningfully, he took a suitcase containing billions of dollars as a sign of the exchange of goods.

Peter grinned lightly, then grabbed the suitcase. Silent for a moment, until finally Peter opened the suitcase and threw the contents right in front of the old man.

Small sheets scattered filled the forest streets, when the wind blew hard to fly it everywhere.

Everyone there was shocked, looking at the blank sheet of paper covered with some sheets of real money.

" You want to trick me, huh? it's not that easy, old man!" the old man was deathly pale, hearing Peter's cold sharp speech expressionlessly.

Moreover, after seeing the dark eyes that were staring at him with an intimidating glare, as if making the fear that was within him rise up in an instant.

His mind did not stop wondering, how could the young leader predict the plan he arranged neatly, easily without any difficulties approaching.

Her lips did not wipe away the slanted smile, happy to get new prey. The desire to kill him seemed to flare up, prompting him to do crazy things that humans could not predict.

Slowly the old man turned around, and suddenly threw the bogeman into Peter's stern jaw. The man immediately crashed and accidentally threw his gun in every direction.

" Come, you sly old fox!" peter muttered, his hand rubbed a drop of blood coming out from the corner of his lips.

" You take care of the fool, and this old man is mine!" Peter slid a fist on the old man's nose bone.

The sound of pistols and other noises sounded loud, a sign that the two mafia groups were fighting muscles.

Of course the clash between the two groups was won by Peter. His Gold Lion members were not as stupid and weak as those members of the Italian mafia.

" How many times have I told you, don't play around with me if you don't want your old heart to be hollow old man!" Peter grabbed that almost bleached hair overall. To look up to see his face.

Peter chuckled, as if pleased with the sight he was seeing right now. A work he made with his burly fist made a beautiful purplish shape and color.

Dor's! dor's! dor's! Peter pressed the trigger three times in a row. Shot a bullet in the old man's head, heart and stomach.

" Done!"

" Send some men to burn down their hidden base. Don't let a single member live free to breathe fresh air" Peter said.

After all the business was done, Peter drove his own car to one of his hotels.

It was impossible for him to come home in a mess, let alone the bloodstains splashing on his neck and pointy chin. It could get him in trouble if Rachel sees it.

For what if not for his beloved wife. Peter hides his cruelty so as not to frighten Rachel and runs away.

Peter's pain felt, as the warm water flowed through the bruised skin of the face with a speck of dry blood.

But all of this is used to him. The small wound meant nothing more than a burst of panic filled his mind.

I don't know what reason he should say later, when Rachel woke up and saw the small wound on the tip of her lips, nose bone, and forehead.

The feeling of fear of being exposed to him made Peter frustrated. Intending to disappear for a few days until the wound heals, but it looks like it will make Rachel even more suspicious.

Feeling clean, Peter came out of the bathroom and changed his clothes. He quickly put on clothes that had been prepared by the hotel staff.

He did not want to rest and embrace the body of the woman.

The clock shows at two in the morning, and Peter arrives at his mansion. With a floating step he entered the room.

Seen Rachel was still asleep, a sigh of relief he let out. His heart rate also calmed.

Slowly he got into bed, and slept under the blanket his wife used. Not forgetting he wrapped his arms, tightly hugging that slender body.

Hope he doesn't suspect me after seeing this bruise!

TB

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