Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

??? THREE WEEKS LATER???

“You need to tell me when he is coming back” Rosana directed once Enzo got into the room. She didn’t even wait for him to close the door behind him. “It’s been three weeks and five days”

Enzo smiled and closed the door. He walked further into the office and crossed his hands behind him. “Someone has been counting”

“Do not play with me”

“I am not, my lady!” He replied and instantly wiped the smile from his face. “Why would I? Playing with you is punishable by death”

Rosana sighed and wiped her face with her palms. “Enzo…”

“You look tired, My Lady”

“Because I cannot stop thinking about your brother!” She wanted to say but she squeezed her mouth shut. Enzo didn’t have to know that she stayed all night thinking about Sergio. Sometimes she waited in front of the window, waiting for different cars to drive into the mansion like they used to whenever he returned.

“I am not tired, just worried. Is he dead? Why am I not able to reach him? What is happening?”

“Calm your nerves, dear sister-in-law. No one can k*ll your husband unless he wants to be k*lled. I already told you he is fine. That motherf*cker is fine and kicking”

“Then why is he not back?” Rosana asked, her voice low. “Why has he not called or messaged?”

Something had changed after that night and Enzo could tell even without knowing what and how things changed. Rosana thought about Sergio all the time. From the time she woke in the morning to the time she managed to fall asleep late in the night.

The only thing that kept her company was the thought of him and everything he had done to her before leaving. His touches, his kisses, his words… Everything. That night was reckoned to be one of the worst nights she ever had. One she would remember and feel nothing but hatred and bitterness towards it. But it turned out to be the best despite how rough and painful it had been. It turned out to be one she wished never came to an end.

She had resided in bed for a week and couldn’t walk properly. Whenever she tried to and failed because of the pains between her legs, she cursed Sergio and wished she could strangle him. But now, she missed him more than she had ever missed anyone else. Enzo took a deep breath and walked over to the table. “Your husband is fine. He is busy and does not need any um… Disturbance at the moment.”

“I am not a disturbance, I am his wife”

Enzo was about to laugh and point out that Sergio had been away for more than two weeks since they got married. Sometimes he was away for more than a month but she didn’t care or worry about him. She even prayed he never returned. But now…

Enzo wiped the thought from his mind and took a deep breath. That was not a good time to joke around. Especially when Rosana looked worked up and ready to spit fire.

“My Lady…”

“Get the private jet ready. You are taking me to him”

On hearing that, his eyes widened. “No… We cannot do that”

“But why? I want to see him”

“I know. But the Russians do not need to know about you. They plan on starting a war with us if we do not give them back their territory which was taken a long time ago. You cannot go”

“Your husband is fine and will return after dealing with them, I assure you. Do not forget who he is”

Rosana nodded and managed a gulp. If that was supposed to suit his nerves, it didn’t. It intensified her worries. All she wanted was for him to return to her.

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“I ordered you to move to the servants’ quarters, did I not?” Munika asked immediately as she walked into Vicenta’s room. She did not bother knocking on the door or declaring her presence before she walked in.

Vicenta took a deep breath and stifled an eye roll. She was sitting in front of the mirror while the maids took care of her face and body. That was her only duty. To look beautiful and sexy whether her Master was around or not.

She turned to the maids and silently asked them to leave. After they did, she turned to look at Munika’s reflection in the mirror. The older woman wasn’t smiling and that was not the kind of energy she needed. She had woken up happy but now, some certain appearance ruined her mood. “Spare me the stupid compliment, Vicenta. I asked a question and I demand an answer”

Vicenta bit her bottom lips and lowered her head. Why can’t the old hag let her be? She wondered, fisting her hands on her thighs. For the past three weeks, she had avoided Munika like a plague. She was even overjoyed that she did not try to look for her, until now… There she goes again. She was trying to spoil things for Vicenta and ruin her. Why could she not let her be and mind her own business? Vicenta wondered and sighed deeply. Munika was jobless and everyone knew. Sergio had taken everything from her and given it to Rosana. But then…

“And what will he say when he finds out that you kicked the woman carrying his child out?” Vicenta asked and stood to her feet. She was sick and tired of kissing Munika’s a*s and pretending to love her so much. Besides, where had that gotten her?

“Do not tell me you have forgotten what he did to you so easily.” She continued and turned to face her with a smirk plastered on her lips. “I heard he collared you like a dog and kept you locked up for days”

Embarrassment coated Munika’s cheeks as she stared back at her in shock. How did she find out? For months she thought no one knew and it was all a secret. Shame was slowly eating at her insides but she refused to back down. Not from someone like Vicenta!

“You hear a lot, do you not?” Munika asked and smirked. “I am impressed. But then again, what was yours?”

She paused and looked around, pretending to be thinking. Vicenta scoffed and folded her arms as she watched her with a bored expression on her face.

“Oh, yes, I remember! I heard you smacked your Master’s wife on the cheek. And oh, not once” Vicenta gasped and unfolded her arms, her eyes wide in shock. Munika smirked and smooched her teeth with her tongue. “Yes, I thought so. Such an interesting story for your Master, is it not?”

“I… I… No, it was just once! I swear it”

“Hmm…” Munika lowered her head and appeared to be thinking. “Four or five times does not sound so bad, does it? Imagine if I tell him that”

“No… You… You cannot! It happened once…”

Munika rolled her eyes. “And who will he believe? You or me? Donna would not lie to her husband. She would likely say you smacked her hard on the cheek. And I will say it happened four or five times, depending on my mood whenever he returns. Oh… The maids will be there to testify as well. So tell me. Who will he believe? A wh0re or his mother and wife?”