Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage

Repeated kissing

Morning has arrived, the sun crawling up exposing its bright light illuminating parts of the world.

Along with that, Peter wakes up from his dream realm, while groaning the next bed that Rachel was supposed to be in was empty.

Peter yawned for a moment, before sweeping his gaze throughout the room looking for the figure of his beloved wife.

Brak! peter turned his head towards the clothes closet, slowly moving and walking towards the source of the voice.

His eyes rounded when he saw Rachel squatting under the floor, picking up the dozens of watches that the woman seemed to have dropped.

It was not the watch that was the problem, but his wife. Peter was afraid of Rachel, crushed by the wooden drawer. " Aren't you papa, honey?" peter asked, rushing to help Rachel, picking up the dozen watches.

" I'm not papa, but it looks like I ruined one of your watches!" rachel said sadly, while showing an iron watch that was split into two.

Seeing the model and brand listed is certainly all the timepieces are not cheap.

Peter was silent for a while, before his laughter broke. Rachel who saw that was silent, her eyes kept staring at the handsome face that was laughing at her.

Rachel saw Peter laughing this time. Unlike usual who only smiled faintly, sometimes even invisible to his vision senses.

" Wait! why did I realize you were hurt?" Rachel gently rubbed her husband's bluish-red forehead and lips.

Peter groaned, as his wife's soft hand stroked his wound. The sensation that he thought was strange, as if Rachel's caress managed to arouse the passion that had been extinguished a few hours ago.

The bottom began to thrash, asking to be released into the warm cave owned by his wife. " Don't tease me, baby!" Peter grabbed the tiny hand and kissed it repeatedly.

While Rachel sat down to resist embarrassment, it could not be denied she liked the sweet treatment of Peter. " Come here, I'll treat you!" Rachel led Peter to follow her, and told the man to sit waiting on the sofa.

Rachel put her foot out, I don't know what she's gonna do to him later. While waiting, Peter turned on a flat object checking the office schedule Keenan had sent.

The lazy assistant did not want to say it directly, it does not mean never come and tell. It's just that he tells Peter's schedule more often by texting than coming into the room and saying it directly.

It's not polite, but that's Keenan. The coldest and most brazen assistant that Peter has never met in this world. Only Keenan was able to behave like this, if others might not be long after that his life would be stretched easily.

Keenan is more than any other. However, Peter admits Keenan's thinking is unique, intelligent and thoughtful. The way it works is very fast and accurate. So Peter is still working with him until now.

Shortly after the door opened, Rachel came in carrying a small bucket of warm water and a small white towel. Not to forget Rachel also took a P3K box in the room drawer.

" I'll compress your wound. Comehere!" Rachel put the bucket on the table.

Peter was silent, but moved his body closer to his beautiful wife. Rachel started wetting the little towel, then Rachel gently placed it onto Peter's injured forehead, lips, and nose.

" Shht! slow down baby!" hiss Peter, trying to keep the little towel out of his wound.

" It's slow, you're the mama's son! so spoiled!" rachel growled at Peter with her words.

After compressing the bruise, Rachel applied medicine. " How can you get hurt like this?" rachel asked suddenly, making Peter swallow his own saliva with great difficulty. His heart was racing fast, he was nervous.

" I, I, I fought last night!" peter replies, hoping the woman believes without questioning anything else.

" really? " again Rachel asked, this time he smashed his gray eyes with Peter's brown eyes. Staring at him deeply as if looking for something unspoken.

" Have I ever lied to you?"

" Always!"

Silent moment. Both are busy with their own activities. Rachel takes care of the P3K box and Peter daydreams.

" Why did you get into the clothes closet?"

" I want to get your clothes ready, can't I?" peter smiled faintly, pulling Rachel into his arms and showering her with wet kisses. It was good to hear about Rachel.

" Stop your stupid treatment. You just go to the office!" rachel said pushing her husband's chest field.

" Give me your sweet kiss, and I'll be gone!" Rachel rounded her eyes, her teeth twinkling furiously with Peter's teenage-like behavior.

" Ck, here!" Rachel kissed Peter's forehead, cheeks, and lips briefly. A second later Peter was transfixed, drowning in Rachel's treatment.

He only wished he had one sweet kiss. But Rachel hit him with repeated kisses, just like she used to do to him.

As Peter's inner spirit rises, Rachel's kisses are like a charger for Peter. The man went straight into the bathroom to clean himself up, with a joyous jump here and there.

Another case with Rachel, she who saw her husband's behavior was only a short shake. And get out of the room to return the bucket.

Under the maids are busy doing their own work, until they do not realize that their young lady is here.

" Young lady, sorry we didn't see you coming here!" a young woman who seemed easier than Rachel spoke on behalf of the other maids. Looks like Peter didn't hire an old lady here.

" Eh no problem, no salute nor papa!" Rachel said casually. Then take an apron and wear it.

As the maids there rounded their eyes, "woman what are you doing, let us!" Rachel smiled.

" It doesn't matter, I just want to make breakfast for my husband. Don't worry I won't ruin your kitchen!" rachel said.

" No, that's not what Miss is. We don't want you to work and make the young master angry!"

" Ck, it won't. That mama's son wouldn't scold you if I were here!"

Sure miss, but after you're gone our lives may drift in an instant!

" What's your name?" rachel asked the young maid.

" I'm Dasha miss!" the waiter replied friendly.

" Oh, what a name. Then how old are you, like you're younger than me!" Rachel continued to ask, trying to familiarize herself with the Mansion's servants.

" I'm twenty years old, miss!" rachel thought they were six years adrift.

" Well, why are you a waiter here. Aren't you in college?"

" I actually wanted to, but the economic conditions of the family made me step back and choose to work!" Rachel nodded her head, understanding the situation of the young girl.

" I'll make some sandwiches, help you potongi vegetables!"

" Good miss!"

Half an hour Rachel struggled in the kitchen, in an instant Rachel could familiarize herself with the maids and chat casually.

Although every sentence that the maids spoke in formal language, Rachel could see them starting to calm and comfortable. Unlike earlier who was trembling in fear, and did not dare to look into his eyes.

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Peter, who had prepared, went down the stairs to find Rachel, before leaving for the company. His steps stopped when in the dining room, seen Rachel sitting with a chin support waiting for his arrival.

In front of him were two slices of sandwich bread and a cup of coffee.

" You're done, slow down. You take a shower or sleep anyway, I feel so saturated waiting for you here!" annoyed Rachel, but her hands were busy preparing the plate that Peter would use.

" Why are you serving me, where are the Mansion maids?" cold Peter.

" I told them to do other work. So don't let you scold them, or I won't give you rations!"

" You're getting brave hm, remember the agreement is still in effect baby!"

The cup! Peter scoops those sexy lips, suppresses Rachel's bend and deepens her kiss. To produce small, faint-sounding beats in the dining room.

" Tonight, I will punish you!" peter whispered in a sensual tone.

" Whatever, I don't care. Now eat, I make a sandwich for you!"

" Hm, are you cooking?"

" Well, especially for you!" rachel replied as she blinked one eye, making Peter melt.

One bite of Peter chew and taste. " It's delicious!" peter exclaimed briefly, before going back to devour the sandwich until it ran out.

Rachel who heard Peter's praise smiled and squirmed small, as if Peter's praise was the most beautiful gift that was second to none.

" I'm leaving!" Peter kisses Rachel on the forehead, before exiting the dining room.

" Hm, careful!" rachel answered briefly, letting the man leave her alone.

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