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Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 42|Broken Pieces
~Rylee~ A rusty, tattered knife could slice through the tension inside the plane as we crossed the North Atlantic Ocean. There were stolen glances here and there, but no one dared say a word. Seated across from me on the pristine white seat of his private plane, Klaus gapes at the slowly fading darkness of the night, giving way to a new day. Ash and Hunter were facing each other, wearing solemn, worried guises. Kai was fast asleep in the cabin. He finished an entire bottle of vodka just in time for the attendant to finish administering first aid to his broken nose. I was itching to ask Ash what evidence they have against Ghost, still convinced that this was just a big misunderstanding. I would bet my life on it; Ghost would never betray Klaus like this. Arriving at the airport, two SUVs were waiting for us. I silently followed Klaus into the first SUV while Hunter, Ash, and Kai followed behind us. Morocco was beautiful. I’ve been here for a job once, but the drumming inside my che
Last Updated : 2022-06-18Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 43|You Are Enough
~Rylee~ Night blanketed the city of Agadir, casting darkness on the beach. The indistinct echo of the upbeat music drumming two hundred meters away from the villa hasn’t lulled a bit. It was nearing midnight, yet the nightlife in this city was just beginning. It would’ve been a dream to see this city for a vacation. Stroll down this stretch of sand hand in hand with Klaus. Crash into that party, dance with him like there was no tomorrow… tease him and end our night with wild, untamable passion. But that is just it—a dream. Klaus stormed inside the villa right after everyone left, locked himself in what I would assume was his room, and never stepped out since. It was too quiet; I worried he might have done something to himself. He’s strong; I reminded myself when I was tempted to knock down his door. Rain: Ghost is as good as he can be, given the situation. We will leave for Malapascua in the morning. I read Rain’s reply to my question about Ghost status. Rylee: At Blade’s place?
Last Updated : 2022-06-20Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 44|It’s Not About You
~Klaus~“Sleep,” Rylee murmured. “Our problem will still be there when we wake up. Don’t worry.”Her infectious giggles drew out a deep chuckle from my chest. She tossed a leg over mine, seeking a comfortable position in my arms.‘God… I’m in love with you, Rose,’ it was there on the tip of my tongue, itching to drawl out as I drew her as close as possible. Something inside me was holding me back; a tiny string with the vigor of an anchor rode, restraining those words from sailing out of my mouth.“Thank you,” I said instead, kissing the top of her head. “For staying when everyone left.”Rylee hummed; her breathing got shallower by the second. “They left not because they hate you, Klaus.”“I know, and that makes me feel shittier about myself. I don’t deserve them.” My throat tightens with guilt. “I don’t deserve you.”If she heard me, she didn’t comment on it. I fell asleep thinking about how my life made a complete 360 shift in two days. ~~Rylee and I landed in Catania hand in hand
Last Updated : 2022-06-21Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 45|I’m Done
~Klaus~ Anthony fucking Dominguez. That cunning FBI agent, huh? I want to laugh at the absurdity of this situation. I expected him to fuck us up, but not in this magnitude. No wonder he found the location of those warehouses I strategically hid from authorities and intercepted those well-planned shipments my team worked hard for. For months, I questioned my ability as to why I couldn’t outwit him. Turns out, no matter what effort I pour into outsmarting him, the result would be the same. He played me, and my father, the man I trusted and admired my entire life, was in it with him. Willingly or not, dad doesn’t have my best interest. He chose sides long before I learned there was a competition I should be winning. His lack of belief in my abilities was crystal clear; worse, he assumed telling me would eradicate what little hope he had of saving Berenice. It’s a giant slap on my face, but he’s wrong. I will prove him wrong. Biting back the rant itching to spew out of my mouth, I c
Last Updated : 2022-06-22Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 46|Now
~Rylee~‘I love you.’Sure, I heard that cluster of words before. It became meaningless at some point. My boyfriends threw those words so easily for their own gain. To get under my pants, to fool me, and because I’m a sucker for love and affection, I believed them. After Mason, I promised never to let love rule my world again. I’d like to think I am smarter than I was yesterday. But Klaus is changing that. Day by day, he’s weaving his way into the thick protective wall I surrounded my broken heart with. While doing so, he’s slowly yet surely stitching the pieces of my heart back together.There was no need for him to say those words to me. I promised myself to him as long as he needed me, as long as he wanted me.But the way he said it, so sweet and sincere, and the way he gazes at me…. God, he looked so vulnerable. Klaus and vulnerable were opposing words. It’s the last adjective I’d use to describe him.His green eyes traipsed over my face, glazed over with fear and uncertainty.“K
Last Updated : 2022-06-22Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 47|Melancholic Thoughts
~Rylee~ Klaus’ green eyes, still dilated with a flurry of emotions, considered me in the fading light of the day. He sucked his lower lip, nibbling it. “Give me three days,” he said, seizing my jaw and crushing our mouths together. Three days to consider my proposal? Three days so he could find us a minister? Or three days for me to think twice about my decision, I’m not sure. We were back in New York, but it felt like I was the only one who had returned. From day one, Klaus would leave before the sun rose and come home only to sleep. He’d kiss me good night and kiss me again before leaving, but nothing more. I don’t understand how it’s possible to miss someone I practically see every day, but I miss Klaus. I miss us. At some point, I even blamed myself for asking him to marry me the way I did. He’s facing a difficult situation; why the hell did I even put this burden on his shoulder? On the third day, I reconsidered my decision to move a few of my things into his room. ‘Maybe h
Last Updated : 2022-06-23Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 48|From Now On
~Rylee~The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree is a proverb that best describes Markus and Klaus. Not only because of their characters, but also with their looks.Same vivid eyes, pointy nose, angular jaws, and even the shape of their lips. Klaus is the spitting image of his father.Sporting a custom-made gray suit, Markus pranced inside the guest room, owning the space with the power and assertiveness he poses. He stopped within hand’s reach; his searing and assessing gaze softened as he smiled at me.“Figlia,” he murmured, tucking his hands in his pants pocket. “How have you been?”Even before they learned I was a spy, Markus had always addressed me that way, ‘daughter’ in his native language. Before, I assumed he wanted a daughter. ‘Who wouldn’t when you have one child who turned out to be as crazy as Klaus Martinelli?’ I supposed, but now, I grasped a better understanding of his longing to have a daughter. He has one, but the situation is complicated.“Sir,” I smiled back, unwar
Last Updated : 2022-06-24Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 49|Rule Breakers
~Rylee~ “Are you sure?” Markus asked, salt and pepper brows furrowing. I declined his offer to walk me down the aisle. He was the closest thing to a father I had since Dad, but walking down the aisle alone is for no one else but myself. It’s a statement. Since I was fifteen, I’ve been on my own, fighting a battle no regular teenager must face. For years, I longed to go back and change the sorrowful things I experienced. But now that I am peeking at the wedding visual in Devin and Ren’s garden, my view on life changed. Klaus accepted me for who I am, beauty and flaws. I will walk towards the man I love alone because I am strong. I will walk alone to Klaus’ arms because, after this ceremony, I won’t be alone anymore; I will have him. “I’m sure,” I smiled at my father-in-law, blinking back the tears brimming on the edges of my eyes. Markus smiled down at me and sighed. He curled his warm hands on the back of my head and planted a kiss on my forehead. Pulling away, he produced a rec
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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
