Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage

Angrier

Daydreaming, Rachel looked away at the window. It's invisible, but Rachel's agitated. Think of all Peter's wishes. Along the way, the woman did not flinch.

So did Peter, the man was busy with Keenan. Talk about new jobs or projects. No one noticed Rachel's change in attitude.

"Master, I heard Thomas command one of his men to spy on us again." not knowing the place, Keenan instead discussed something that would have caused Peter's anger to explode.

"Catch him and kill him!" peter's orders were cold, unaware Rachel was still sitting next to him and listening.

"Peter, didn't you promise me," he said, clutching Peter's sleeve.

The deg!

fuckin' hell! I forgot Rachel was still here

Peter directed his hand, wanting to gently rub Rachel's tapered cheeks. However, the woman dodged it and turned her face back.

As soon as she reached the expanse of the mansion, Rachel immediately descended and ran in without even hearing a word that came out of Peter's lips.

Brak! Rachel slammed the door, then locked it tight. I didn't want Peter to come in and get close to him. Enough, Rachel doesn't want to be played anymore. Yesterday, Peter said he wanted to try to fulfill his request, but it seemed like it was all a lie.

Peter stood in front of the tightly shut door, trying to open it. However, it seemed like this door was locked from the inside.

With a heavy sigh, Peter stepped back. Get far. Make room for Rachel to calm down.

"It's all your fault, why did you discuss the matter when Rachel was still with us." Peter was angry with Keenan.

"Sorry sir, I forgot that Miss Rachel is coming with us" Keenan replied. Feeling guilty when he saw the anxiety on his employer's face.

"Ck, go! I don't want to vent my anger on you, when obviously none of this would have happened if I could restrain myself."

Peter dropped himself, rubbing his black hair rough. Confused about what else to do. Keenan was still unmoved, not wanting Peter to injure the waiter or guard as an impingement.

Drt.drt.

"What?" Peter picked up the phone without reading the contact's name.

"Is this how you greet your father-in-law, cih actually what Dominic taught you. It's not polite." Peter rounded his eyes, keeping his phone away. See the caller's name.

Father-in-law!

"Sorry Dad, I didn't know you called." Peter apologized, with a troubled face.

"Fetch me, it's been an hour I've been waiting for a taxi but no one's passed."

"Airport?"

"Yes, I'm visiting Las Vegas, why can't I see my own daughter?" it's not a good tone Peter could hear from here.

"Not so, why don't you tell us. I can have Keenan pick you up."

"That's your excuse, send someone to pick me up now or I'll complain to my daughter later."

Tut! Peter clucked as Darion hung up the phone without hearing her answer. "I didn't tell you to go home, go pick up my father-in-law at the airport. Oh, my God, that old man always surprises me." he's upset, he's gone by. Keenan exhaled, before going to carry out the command.

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Until Keenan searched for Darion's nose. The middle-aged man was seen sitting casually on a suitcase while observing the state of the Las Vegas airport. Just like a missing person.

"Master!" Keenan patted Darion's shoulder gently.

Darion turned to look, "You're the son of a bitch's assistant?" Keenan nodded, took over the suitcase and let Darion into the car.

"You're so fast!" praise Darion.

"I'm not as fast as you think, sir!" Keenan humbled himself, then started the car engine.

Silent for a moment, both of them dissolved in each other's minds. "Sir, it looks like you came at an inopportune time."

"You mean?" Darion frowned, confused. Keenan was silent for a moment, but decided to tell everything to his master-in-law. Hope Darion can fix the husband and wife relationship.

"Then take me to the nearest cake shop." - Darion. Keenan asked nothing and immediately complied with Darion's request.

Arriving at the cake shop, Darion went inside to approach one of the employees. "Give me a strawberry pancake and a Cherry desert." Darion's pinta was friendly.

"Okay sir, please wait 10 minutes." Darion nodded.

"Hm, add a toping of strawberries and Cherry on top. Because my daughter liked it so much." the clerk smiled, then nodded.

Desert and pancakes remind Darion of Rachel's childhood. Where Rachel is, always takes her out to buy cookies after she gets home from work. Refuse, never did Darion. To her Rachel is a fatigue drug. Rachel's warm smile and shrill voice made her happy. His heart unceasingly thanked God for giving him this adorable daughter.

"Please sir!" Darion looked up and rushed out an ATM.

"Good enjoy sir!" Darion picks up his bon and ATM before walking out.

"Come on!"

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As with Peter, the man looked confused. Walking in front of the door. Trying to find a way, persuading the angry Rachel.

"Re, open the door!" peter shouted as he knocked on the door occasionally. Still no answer.

Rachel stared at the door for a moment, then turned back to face away. Lazy to serve her husband. Better watch his favorite series now.

Peter waited for half an hour until he finally spoke again. "Re, open the door or I'll break it now!" peter's patience is over.

No matter how softly Peter spoke, the woman would only hear if she threatened. "Just break it down, I'll jump off this floor!" back threatening.Of course Peter is getting upset.

He returned down the stairs, with the roar of the car stopping right in front of the Mansion. Curious, Peter went out to see that important guest.

How will Peter explain later?

Darion got down from the car, his gaze locked on the figure of a handsome young man who was also staring at him flatly. "Well, it's fun. Seeing you come and welcome me." exclaimed Darion dimeh.

"Come in, dad!" Peter switched the conversation, letting the half-century man into his residence.

Darion walked slowly while observing the residence of her daughter's husband. Not too bad, luxurious and magnificent even though it consists of two floors.

"Rachel, she-"

"I know, Keenan told me everything!" Peter immediately glanced back where Keenan was, throwing a cold glare.

"You're so stupid huh, seducing one woman just can't? but my daughter is also smart not easily influenced by your sweet words," he continued. Mocking Peter nonstop and ending with a crisp laugh.

“Where is he?” daron asked enthusiastically, can't wait to miss his little angel.

“He shut himself in the room, dad. Angry at me!” sad Peter.

Unexpectedly, Darion even tightened his laughter, “ck, what a pity you.” sneer Darion, patting Peter's shoulder slowly. Tranquilize.

“I'll drop you off!” Peter stopped his father-in-law's ridiculous behavior.

They stopped right in front of the door which was filled with relief sculptures. “Darling, come out and see who comes to see you.” persuade Peter again, glancing at Darion hoping not to laugh.

“Don't want.” exact suggestion, again Darion laughs to hear Rachel reject and humiliate her daughter-in-law.

I'll punish you later Peter's inner self, struck by Rachel's rejection.

"Although dad, who asked. You still don't want to go out!?"

TB

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