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Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 28|We Have Protection
~Klaus~ ‘But later you will understand.’ — John 13:7 As my tongue traced each letter of Rylee’s ink, the purpose of each word became crystal in my head. It dawned on me why the wine tastes better when it’s from our vineyard, why Dad says Amara’s tasted even better than the last glass he had. Everything is sweeter when you work hard for it. Just like ‘my’ Rylee. Goddamn. She’s finally mine. Mine to take care of, mine to protect… mine to claim. It’s like being free from the shackles restraining me for years. That’s how it felt as I skimmed Rylee’s body with my hand, lips, and tongue. I tugged her shirt’s neckline lower, revealing more of her milky skin, torturing myself more. My wrist brushed her right nipple, earning a breathless whimper of desire from Rylee. She sank her fingers into my hair, tugging every time she’d ground her hips above my raging hard on. It’s a challenge controlling my thoughts, to hold the need surging inside me, but I want to take my time. I only got one s
Last Updated : 2022-06-09Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 29|Così Romantico
~Rylee~ Touch soft as a feather ghosted my arm upward, settling on my shoulder to bestow delicately looped patterns. Klaus.... For a moment, I thought last night was all in my head, an addition to the long list of wet dreams featuring Klaus and me. Flames of embarrassment flickered in my gut, spreading to my still warm skin from his touch. After coming down from the most intense orgasm of my life, I had fallen limp, unable to even open my eyelids. I vaguely recall Klaus nudging my cheeks with his nose, a tender gesture I’m beginning to grow accustomed to. He cleaned after himself, wiping me with a cool washcloth. In the form of a coo, he asked me if I needed water, if I was warm enough, or if he had been too rough. I answered all his questions with a moan, curling beside him like a ball of fur. Yes... Fur. Even now, I feel boneless everywhere, certain that my legs won’t hold my weight if I stand. They felt soft like jelly yet twitching as my well-loved pussy hummed in delight.
Last Updated : 2022-06-10Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 30|I Forgot
~Rylee~Klaus stood beside a Speed Triple, holding a ring spanner with his hands and shirt dredged with oil. My best friend Rain stood four feet from him, her Glock 43 aimed straight at Klaus’ head.Rain was in a perfect femme fetal outfit. Black leather jacket over a black minidress, knee-high boots with her blond hair swaying as the wind blows from the Delaware River. Five steps away from her left was the gentle giant Ghost. He was in his usual shirt and jeans; his Glock 19 pointed at Rain’s temple.I had no idea what was happening or how to appease the situation. The tension crackles in the open air, and the dried leaves on the ground might light up in fire if no one pacifies these three.Of the three, Klaus is technically at a disadvantage. He was only holding a ring spanner, yet he appeared to have the upper hand.Klaus tilted his head to the side, seizing up Rain. “Do I know you?”Rain hadn’t made eye contact with me, but she had me in her peripheral vision. I don’t know why, bu
Last Updated : 2022-06-10Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 31|Taking Sides
~Rylee~ Fist clenched on the side; I want to punch all the people in this safe house, including the woman beside me. If Rain wasn’t my best friend, I might have slapped her smack dab on the back of her head. For what? Nothing really. Just to get back at her for gossiping before warning me about Sloan and Blade’s arrival. And for wearing that gleeful smile while watching four idiots thwart each other. The only thing missing is pompoms, and she’d twirl her perky ass around. She’s enjoying this testosterone overload too much. Ghost got Blade in a standing rear choke. Being two inches smaller than me, Blade dangled from Ghost’s arms like a toddler. Being half dumb like his boss and a half too small against Ghost, he relied on his speed. Blade made eye contact with me, winking, his fingers digging into Ghost’s arms. I shook my head, praying that he acts as the bigger person, figuratively. But no, he likes proving size doesn’t matter in a fight. “Fucking hell,” I whispered as Blade elbow
Last Updated : 2022-06-11Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 32|Empty Bed
~Rylee~ The penthouse felt so lonely without Klaus. Cold, silent. It has been three days since Philadelphia. I tried calling him, left him a voicemail asking where he was or how he’s been, but received no response. I called Ghost instead, asking how Klaus is doing. If Klaus didn’t want to be found, there’s nothing anyone can do. He needs time. He needs his space, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss him. I miss his cooking, miss the knowing crooked smile where one tip of his lips would lift higher than the other, a telltale that he’s in the mood to piss me off. I miss the stolen glances he’d pinned on my ass when he thought I wasn’t looking. Even his scent and his mere presence… Groaning, I turned on my back and stared at the white ceiling of my room. I reached for my new phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with Klaus’ face. Call me a crazy creep, but whenever I miss him, or when ‘Rylee the spy’ wants to take over and look for him, I stare at his picture like a teenager fawni
Last Updated : 2022-06-12Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 33|That Crazy Little Thing
~Klaus~I laid awake for an entirely different reason—my heart hums, swaying as though it’s hearing a cheesy romantic song.So this is love, huh?That crazy little thing that stopped Devin and Evan from spending their Friday nights drowning in booze and girls with me. With love comes affection, cheesy lines, and all those romantic shit.Come to think of it. I haven’t gone to a party since Rylee moved in. And I did tons of lovey-dovey feats just to see Rylee smile. Even my annoyance at what Sloan said makes sense now. I’m fucking jealous of what he had with Rylee… I want her all to myself, not just because I fancy her, but because I love her.Fucking shit.I’m in love… with Rylee.And I’ve never been more terrified.Sleep somehow embraced me through these jumbled thoughts in my head, allowing my body and mind some kind of breather. I’ve been on the move since Philly, not giving my mind time to think of Rylee. I was pushing the question of why I was so pissed that she gave her virginity
Last Updated : 2022-06-13Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 34|Eventually
~Rylee~ Still silence hovered inside the penthouse, but it’s the serene kind, comfortable even. Klaus is still fast asleep. It’s already dark outside. I knew he needed the rest from the bruises on his body when I slipped out of bed. It must’ve been a surprise discovering me in his bed last night. But I have to go back to my room tonight. I tidied up, changed my beddings, cleaned my bathroom, and read a book just to kill time. Sloan is still trying to reach out to me, leaving voicemails daily, which I directed to trash without hearing. I’m not ready to talk to him, nor will I ever be for a while, I think. My decision left me unemployed indefinitely, though. He might be offering me a job in one of those voicemails, but I’m too pissed to hear his voice. This wasn’t the first time we argued, and I still care for him. He’s my best friend, and I don’t want to say things I’d regret later on. I was in the middle of soaking bread crumbs in milk, a panade for the Italian meatballs I intend
Last Updated : 2022-06-13Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 35|That Is Not Us
~Rylee~ It doesn’t take much to leave me romantically stunned. I am a hopeless romantic, a die-hard fan of happily ever after. And marriage proposals and weddings were like icing on top of a moist chocolate cake. The words on the ceiling weren’t the only thing up there that left me speechless. As the spotlights lost their glow, a thousand lights lit up overhead, forming a mirror image of the planetarium where Klaus took me on our first official date. “Oh my God…” I parroted, lifting my trembling hands to my mouth. I was still lying on top of him, boneless, mind floating in clouds. Klaus was the first to move. He propelled himself up, cradling me on his lap like I was a child. If the cold bothered him in any way, he doesn’t show it. “Rose,” he guides my face to him, wiping my wet cheeks. As if the fairy lights and stars above us were not enough to melt my heart into puddles, warm white, yellow, and pink lights started to glow under the ice, casting an intimate glimmer against the
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I apologize if it took me a while to post the final chapters. As you know, endings are always bittersweet, but that's the final chapter of this book. Next novel in this series would be Kai and Berenice's story. You'll see more of Klaus and Rylee in that book as it unfolds, the twins and Rylee's dad. I'm still in the middle of putting the story together but I hope to have it signed before this month ends. The title of Kai and Berenice's story is My Gangster Babysitter. I'll be updating the progress of the plotting in my socmed accounts.Thank you for reading. Please don't forget to leave your review about Klaus and Rylee's story.xx 8.4.22 Update. My Gangster Babysitter is now up on my profile. xx 8.9.22
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife Klaus Part 2
We built this place out of boredom one spring break during college freshman year. The three of us got together pretty quickly not knowing that we were running away from the darkness shadowing our childhoods. Devin spends his spare time in this country because it reminds him of his late mom. Evan was escaping the troubles at home, emanating from his adoptive brother’s hatred for him while I wanted to be a regular college boy, away from the burdens of being a mafia heir. Look at us now. I’d say we are still those trouble makers, still wickedly good-looking, but we’ve come a long way. The happiness our wives brought to our lives overshadowed the burdens of our past. “Damn, you two have googly eyes,” Evan hushed, setting his phone down with a knowing smirk. “The fuck did you just do?” I groaned. “Checking for leverage,” he said, tipping his beer bottle. “Say a word about what you heard, and that video of you dancing with Rylee will go live online.” I shook my head and grabbed a beer f
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife Klaus Part 1
Aloe Blacc drifts from the speakers, smoke from the grill I’m manning on the deck coast in the air through the living room windows pushed open to create a large entrance. We are at Devin’s Barbados beach house for a weekend getaway in celebration of his birthday tomorrow. He hated extravagant birthday celebrations until he married Ren. It gave meaning to his life, he once said. Even if I gave him an earful of bullshit for being a softie, I believe his words. He’s a changed man. Evan too… And now me… Kind of… I think… But fuck if I’d admit that out loud. Women. They have such a chaotic effect on our lives. Like a beautiful bliss. I tipped my beer into my mouth, turning the barbecues one by one. The sun lowers on the horizon, casting orange and a warm explosion of shade on the beach. My gaze moves to the waterfront. Cali, Rain, and Rylee, seated on a chaise under big white umbrellas, each holds a drink of their choice. I’m certain Rylee settles into a glass of water or non-alcoh
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife Rylee
“Hey, are you good?” I set my hand on Klaus’ bouncing leg. He has been extremely anxious since yesterday. We are on our way to Ivy’s clinic, Claudia’s OB-Gyn friend who’s been taking care of me since we moved here to Huntersville. Once he gathered himself from the news of my pregnancy, he called Ivy and demanded a schedule for an ultrasound. We barely got a wink of sleep. Both of us were eager to know more about our baby. I am nervous too, but Klaus’ nerves were a tad shakier than mine, I guess. He laced our fingers together, kissing my knuckles. “I’m excited,” he said. The sparkle in his eyes seconds his statement. He pawed the back of my neck, kissing me passionately. “We are having a baby, mia rosa. Our baby,” he hushed. The partition on the limo was up, giving us the privacy we need. We planned to keep the news to ourselves, relish in the bliss before we break the good news to our family and friends. “I know.” I cupped his face, tears of happiness clouding my sight once again.
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Hi loves So that is the final chapter of this novel. Epilogue/s will be posted in the coming days. Don't forget to leave Rylee and Klaus some stars for the review. This has been a crazy journey. You guys waited for Klaus' story for over a year and seven months since Devin's story came out. I hope it was worth the wait.I planned on writing Nathan's story next. In fact, I even have the blurb and cover on my profile already but when Benernice and Kai went on that sudden trip, I got a little distracted by how good it would be to play with their plot. I'm still weighing on which story to write next, Nathan or Berenice and Kai's.Share your thoughts on which one would you be interested in reading next.Again, thank you so much for voting, commenting and leaving your reviews.xx 7.30.22
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 94|Finally
~Klaus~‘Business as usual,’ it’s how I would describe things at the family business. Both the mafia and The Martinelli Holdings have been wiped clean of moles or potential threats that rooted from Kino and Dominguez’s schemes of taking us down.It had been a brutal battle. We had to lock away a few people who we thought we could trust, interrogate them and make them choose whether to side with us or die. Like I said before, cleansing is harder than creating, but we cannot let decades of our family’s legacy go to waste just because of Kino, Zio Davide, and Dominguez’s plots.“Is Rylee still in the mood?” Ghost asked, sliding out of the truck. We just came back from town after picking up the hays bales we needed for the stables. Rylee and I have taken residence here at Huntersville after the new year. Although it’s wintertime, there’s still a lot of work to be done.“She’s always in the mood,” I groaned, following Ghost out of the truck. We each pulled a hay bale from the back of the t
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 93|His To Love
~Rylee~His finger went in and out of me with such urgency determined to break me in half right off the bat. I was a delirious mess. I could barely catch my breath, gasping in the tsunami of pleasure that surged with every thrust and withdrew of his digit.I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood. It was a struggle not to moan. My fingers balled into a fist, clutching the covers as I pinched my eyes closed. With his free hand, he reached for my wrist, guiding both on my lower back, cuffing them in place.From what I could tell, he was using his middle finger. He added another, filling me, but not quite enough to get me to the threshold of my orgasm. But when his thumb joined his ministration, bestowing heavenly pressure on my clit, I whimpered, my entire body convulsing in euphoria.It was short-lived. Klaus stopped all stimulants. He let my bound wrists go and pulled his fingers from fucking me.I groaned, ready to beg him not to stop.The bed dipped when he sat beside me. I glanced
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 92|In The Mood
~Rylee~Klaus had to take an important call while we were in the middle of cleaning downstairs. The call took a while. I took it upon myself to ensure all the doors were locked and did a quick sweep of the entire ground floor. I turned the alarm on, leaving no lights open.Under the blanket of darkness, I climbed the stairs, turning the lights off in the hallway as I headed to our bedroom.The door was slightly ajar, dimmed lights from the inside spilling out into the hallway. I pushed the door open, slipping inside, shoulders tensing as soon as I made out Klaus’ silhouette in the dark.He came forward from the corner of the room. The only light inside was the bedside table lamp, casting a reticent warm glow on Klaus’ side profile. He was naked from the waist up; only his dark, rugged jeans remained.“Close the door,” he murmured, his voice deep and gravelly.My breath caught. I could feel his eyes on me. Warmth instantly bloomed in my center. This had been my entire mission all night
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 91|Schemes
~Rylee~His lips hovered over mine, ghosting but never touching. His minty breath laced with the wine we had over lunch sent my stomach twisting in knots. Klaus’ grip on my waist tightened as I tipped my chin up, begging him to kiss me.But he didn’t.He smiled, gliding his fingers down my cheeks to my throat. Lowering his mouth down the columns of my neck, he jabbed out his tongue, licking my pulse, my senses gone haywire.I looped my arms around his neck, pushing my body to his. “Please, Klaus…” I beseeched, turned on beyond belief.It had been so long since he last held me like this. My core muscles clenched at nothing, imploring to be filled by him. I know he wants me. His massive erection pressing on top of my mound as I stood on my tiptoes was my proof, but I also knew Klaus loved to keep me on edge.He pulled away. His eyes were dark emeralds, burning with lust and desire. “But not yet,” he kissed the tip of my nose, letting me go completely.I felt devastatingly cold when he t
