Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage

Waiting for a miracle

A loud noise rang out around the labyrinth forest. Peter and Rachel returned home from Gold Lion headquarters this morning. Rachel enjoyed her day with a bar of chocolate and music.

"You said you loved me, didn't you?" Peter asked doubtfully. "You still don't believe it?" Rachel raised her eyebrows.

"I believe, actually I want to tell you something!" I don't know since when Peter who doesn't like to mince words is now even rambling.

"Tell me, why are you so happy to make people curious!" rachel said annoyed. Go back to eating the chocolate that Tian gave and turn off the music.

"Okay, I'd like to take you on your honeymoon!" Rachel stopped the movement of her mouth, then turned her head to the side looking at Peter with a look of disbelief.

"When?" rachel asked after swallowing the chocolate. "After returning from Milan!" peter answered her. Peter had planned this for a long time, where he would spend time with Rachel alone without any interference from others.

"You mean after Ara's birthday party?" rachel said sure. Peter nodded once without taking his eyes off.

Rachel nodded in understanding, deciding to comply with Peter's request. There is no reason to avoid. Peter was waiting for him enough.

"All right, it's up to you!" rachel said, turning on the music and dancing back and forth, nudging Peter who was focused on driving.

Peter didn't forbid or tell Rachel to shut up. He let the woman do her pleasure. However, her inner self was unceasingly gossiping to Rachel right now.

"Later tonight, I have to go to town Z!" tell Peter, intending to leave at that time.

"For what, you got a job there?" ask Rachel. "Yes, I'll meet a client!" Rachel nodded in understanding.

"Office client? you got a new project?" I don't know but Peter felt Rachel changed. Not just a lot of questions, but a lot of questions. It often gives Peter a headache.

"No, illegal arms buyer clients!" Rachel stopped the movement, who had been throwing her face now looked at Peter with interest.

Not the body, but the illegal transaction.

"Why do you see me like that, like a fool!" chief Peter, caught Rachel staring at him with a silly face and a big smile.

"What's wrong with you?" Peter pulled the car over, then moved his hand in front of Rachel's face. Fear of the demon plinth taking over his wife's body.

"I'm coming!" those two terrifying words finally spoke as well. Peter sighed, regretting having told Rachel.

"Hm!" cleared his throat briefly, before driving his car back. Peter ignored Rachel's remark, being able to shoot doesn't mean getting approval. Peter reluctantly agrees to Rachel's request.

Somehow his heart was agitated, afraid Rachel why-why when carrying out the mission. We are not a god who can predict, it could be that Rachel was hurt by Peter's enemies later.

"Peter! you haven't answered me!" Rachel shook Peter's burly arm, demanding an answer. "This mission is done at night, Re. I'm sure you must be sleepy!"

"No, I'll have coffee later!" Rachel assured me she didn't want to lose so easily.

"Whatever!" Peter resigned, Rachel is not a typical woman who easily gives up or relents. Peter is convinced, he must have done everything in his power to give Peter a headache to get permission.

"You're so handsome, I love you, baby!" Rachel kissed Peter's lips at a glance, making the man goosebumps and glued to the spot.

Tin! Peter was startled and cursed as the other rider pressed the horn. "Damn! who is it I'll kill him later!" Peter was staring at the car that was overtaking him.

He memorized the license plate and looked for it later. Peter is clearly guilty.

"Hey don't curse, you're the one who's guilty, not him!" rachel said.

Not aware all this negligence comes from him.

If Rachel hadn't kissed Peter earlier, she certainly wouldn't have jeopardized the safety of the other riders.

"You want to kill me, right?" Rachel still accused Peter of not letting her defend herself.

"Yes, I was wrong and you were right. Never mind, I'll take you home. My head hurts because of your rants!" Peter pressed the gas pedal, the longer it went faster. Until it scared the woman.

Crazy, crazy Rachel still wants to live. Yes, god cured Peter's madness. Rachel doesn't even have a child yet.

"Lord! save me, I don't want to die before giving birth to a child!" rachel cried out in prayer with eyes docked and hands tightly grasping the chair Rachel was sitting in.

Peter chuckled, but had no intention of lowering his speed. Seeing Rachel's fearful face seemed to make her happy and happy.

"Are you sure you want to conceive my child?"

"Yes, I want to. So lower the speed of the car or I'll cut yours off once you get home!" threaten Rachel.

"Ck, your threat is useless now. If you want me to lower her speed, promise me you'll follow all my wishes!" as usual Peter took advantage of the situation to deceive his wife.

"I promise," cried Rachel. Answer without thinking. No matter the impact of his reply earlier, all he thought about was safety now.

Peter smiled triumphantly, then reduced the speed of the car bit by bit. Peter was happy to make Rachel submit. Although not long after that Rachel hit the shoulder and chest of her field.

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After Rachel goes inside, look for Dasha's whereabouts. "Welcome, miss! can I help you?" dasha said as soon as she saw Rachel enter the kitchen.

"I want to eat a tart cake with strawberry topping, please make it for me!" Rachel smiled broadly revealing a row of her clean white teeth.

"Yes!" little wonder, it is not usual for Rachel to ask for a snack in the morning. Dasha smiled, realizing something. However, not daring to say his prediction was afraid of being mistaken.

Dasha was silent, choosing to argue with herself. Look for evidence or events that strengthen his guess just now.

"Oh yeah, make orange juice anyway. I'd love to drink that sour drink!" Dasha nodded while making the cake batter that Rachel asked for.

"I'm going to take a shower for a second! I'll be back later after my body is fresher and cleaner!"

"Well miss, I'll have another waiter prepare your bath!" Rachel nodded before running up the stairs.

It seemed like a miracle would come and light up this mansion. Batin Dasha monologue. Can't wait to be bothered by his young lady to take care of the child.

Arriving at the room, Rachel takes a hair binder and smacks her brunette. Then remove all the cloths attached to his body and change to wear a bathrobe.

"Miss! can I come in!" the younger servant of Dasha stood at the doorstep, asking for permission to enter .

"Come in, you're gonna get my bathtub ready?" ask Rachel kindly. And the waiter nodded once before replying, "yes lady, Dasha assigned me to prepare your bathtub and clothes!" obviously the waiter was polite.

"Okay!" Rachel went into the bathroom, followed by the young maid.

The waiter turned on the warm water tap, and added some fragrances that her young lady requested. Cherry blossom's.

"It's over?" rachel asked when she saw the waiter putting down the aroma of the therapy.

"Yes, please clean yourself up. I'll wait outside while preparing my clothes!" Rachel nodded.

"I'm sorry!" the waiter came out after bowing respectfully.

TB

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