Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage

Milan

This morning, Peter and Rachel go to Milan to attend Ara and Steven's wedding. A little upset, considering Keenan came in the morning blind and woke them up while the sky was still dark.

Peter and Rachel wake up from their sleep. Clean yourself up and go get ready.

Last night's debate made Rachel forget about her pregnancy. Now his eyes continue to look at the husband who looks handsome in all black clothes. Wanted to say the good news, but Rachel waited for the right time.

Peter's birthday is five days away. Rachel will prepare a romantic dinner and USG photos as gifts. Peter must be happy and shower him with thousands of loves.

Just imagine making Rachel smile herself. It scared Peter. Afraid that his wife is possessed by demons. I don't know what demon possessed the wife at this time. To make the woman smile nonstop.

“Hey, what's wrong with you?” Peter asked as he waved his hand right in front of Rachel's face.

“I look at my husband's good looks, can't I?” the answer. Then blinked his eyes repeatedly, displaying his innocent facial features.

“Damn! You're teasing me hm?” Peter put his face closer to Rachel's.

Trying to erode the distance until finally their noses touch each other. Both looked at me for a long time. Unaware at the back, Keenan sat holding Abigail with a flat expression.

"Daddy!" call Abigail to the father. And of course the sound of Abigail's cry managed to tear down the moment of togetherness Peter and Rachel. Soon the two men distanced themselves.

"Dear, you want something?" keenan asked as he stroked Abigail's bushy hair.

"I think your daughter is sleepy. Take him into the room to rest!" Peter nodded without looking back.

A reddish tinge appeared faintly visible on both of his cheeks. Peter was embarrassed to be alone with his wife. Yeah, even if that catches them a kid. Peter was embarrassed.

"I don't think my daughter is sleepy. We were on a plane for two hours. There's no way Abigail's getting sleepy now!" keenan sarcasm. Doesn't justify the pretext Peter made.

"Then?"

"It looks like my daughter is sick of seeing your indecent scenes!" Keenan. Directly satirize without hesitation.

"Absolutely, do you want me to throw it out of here?" angry at first. Not happy with Keenan's words. More precisely Keenan's scathing insinuation.

"I only say one sentence of fact and you get angry right away!" Keenan insinuated nonstop. I hope the boss goes into the room with his wife.

Keenan's eyes ached at the sweet scene. "God, you have brought your daughter in and let me enjoy my day with my wife. Just two!" Annoyed Peter. Lazy with Keenan.

If he were to serve his assistant, this debate would definitely not be finished. "Looks like you're the one who should be in the room, sir!" still interrupting. Not letting Peter win just like that.

"Ck, why are you arguing. If you don't want to go into the room already. Let me and Abigail occupy that room!" Rachel stopped the argument between her husband and her husband's subordinates.

Then, take Abigail and carry her into the room. "You guys just continue your debate. Abigail and I will rest in the room!" after saying that sentence. Then the door closed.

Keenan and Peter are now. They still cast sharp gazes, yet no one opened their mouths.

"Guide me drink!" pinta Peter and Keenan did not answer. But directly following from behind.

Peter's private plane is quite complete. Not just two rooms and a kitchen. A mini bar wakes up here.

"I'll make you a drink!" Peter picked up lime, ice cubes, eggs and cocktails. Put all the materials on the table.

"Tell me your plan. Maybe I can help you!" yells.

Peter began to mix the ingredients according to the dose. Then shake it up quickly.

"I made Michael the object to press Elle!"

"You want to kidnap that guy?" Keenan nodded.

"Well, I've found the right place. Once you've brought the man, I'll take Belle there!"

"Okay, now drink that cocktail. I made it special for you!"

"Thank you!" Keenan gulped it down little by little. It initially tasted bitter but after the cocktail was passed through the throat it turned into a characteristic sweetness.

"Nake?"

"Lumayan!"

"Currently, in vain I made you a drink. You can't even praise properly!" furious Peter.

"I answered your question honestly, sir!"

"Yes it's up to you. I'm tired of serving crazy assistants like you!" instead of being angry, Keenan was stupefied. "You're laughing at me?" ask Peter. Clutching Keenan's shirt collar.

"No sir! how dare I laugh at my own employer!" he said lazily, "I know you laugh at me. But forget about it!" Peter loosened his grip and sat down next to Keenan.

"What about next week's plan?" now Peter's focus turns to his mafia group. Peter hasn't been in action for a long time. It's time for Peter to return to the dark world and carry out all the missions.

"Plan?" his forehead was thickened from thinking too much. "The weapon!" peter reminded me.

"Oh, that transaction. I've prepared everything sir." Peter seemed silent. Hit the table with his index finger.

"After this, are there no more missions?"

"There is still a master. Actually we got orders for illegal drugs with a considerable amount! that's if you want!"

Hearing Keenan's reply, Peter seemed to think. "Okay, I'll prepare everything. How much do they need?"

Why Peter refused. It's a profitable business. Murder problem, manipulating tricks, Peter mastered everything. Hey, he's a mafia man not a state man.

Of course his work is related to crime. And strangely Peter enjoyed his work.

"I haven't asked them the amount they need. I want to ask you this question first. Only after you agree will I contact them again!" keenan. Notify in detail.

"As usual you have to figure out their origins. Don't let them cheat us!"

"Okay sir!"

"One more thing, Rachel can't know about this mission. I don't want him involved in this mission. And finally got sick from exhaustion."

"Okay sir!"

"Next month I intend to go through a pregnancy program with Rachel. So don't let him know about our new mission and headquarters!" peter and Keenan nodded.

"Okay sir!"

"Now go and rest. Let Abigail sleep with my wife!" peter exclaimed before entering the room and leaving Keenan alone.

The poor man looked desperate now. His heart beats unbecoming. An uneasy feeling enveloped the heart.

"Why do I always think about it?" ask Keenan to himself. "Patience Kee, soon the woman will be yours!"

TB