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Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 54|The Blindside
~Klaus~Our time in our little paradise was over too soon. I want more alone time with Rylee, but I also have responsibilities to her and my family. As soon as we were back in our penthouse, we both focused on what we had to do.Rylee left for Marseille, tracking her sister Kara while I am working with my team to find more information about Dominguez. Dad still hasn’t given a response to my request. I’m not sure if he’s still following Dominguez’s command or not. He’s working on his own terms to save Berenice, but his ways have been proven to be slow and unsuccessful. He’s waiting for Dominguez to slip, but me, I will make Dominguez grovel on his knees.‘How’ is the question.Working without Ghost by my side was a huge adjustment. They say you’ll never know the value of what you have until it’s gone. I already knew Ghost’s value. I was just too proud to apologize and admit my mistakes.Ghost and I work without needing to speak to each other. He catches what’s on my mind just by looki
Last Updated : 2022-06-29Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 55|Dangerous Move
~Klaus~“What now, boss?” Kai asked. Our original plan was only to see the actual situation on the ground, be on standby for anything unusual, and we got more than what we came for.Kino is working with Dominguez. ‘How long’ ‘what they’re planning’ ‘and ‘who’s with Kino in this treachery’ are the questions I needed to answer. Does my cousin know where Dominguez is hiding my sister?I gritted my teeth, jaw ticking. I will crush Kino’s head with my bare hands for this betrayal and if he has a hand in Berenice’s disappearance, he’ll wish he was born to a different family.How could he fucking do this to dad?Fuck.Dad.Does he even have any idea of all of this? I need to have a word with him. I will force the truth out of that old scheming man. This has gone too far out of his control.Kino and his men left as quickly as they came. Dominguez was still in the area, talking to someone over his phone. Only three FBI cars remained in the vicinity, and I was itching to know who he was talking
Last Updated : 2022-06-30Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 56|Not That Day
~Rylee~It would’ve been nice if Klaus were here with me. We’d walk hand in hand along the Old Port of Marseille. We’d probably visit Basilique Notre-Dame de la Garde, Cathédrale La Major or even Château d’If at one point, and explore all the good places for lovers to see. Sadly, today is not that day.Alone, lost in the crowd of sightseers, I weaved my way down the footpath. It was a sunny day, a good day for a stroll, but for me, it was a good day to corner my treacherous sister.From Rain’s intel, Kara is currently employed by a local newspaper company here in Marseille. I wonder how she snatched a job here in France that quickly. But then again, if she has Dominguez backing her up, nothing is impossible.In my hand, I held the picture Markus showed me on my wedding day. I stared at it, lifting my gaze towards the shop across the street. A balcony filled with woven chairs and tables faces the port. Through the wide-open French doors, there’s a counter with stools occupied by a few
Last Updated : 2022-07-01Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 57|I’m Lying
~Rylee~“That… That’s impossible…” I stuttered, raking my hair, and my fingers got tangled in my waves. In my stunned state, I’d forgotten that I put my hair up in a ponytail.Gritting my teeth, I gripped Kara’s biceps and dragged her like a rag doll to my rental car. I shoved her in the passenger side, slammed the door. Once I’m in the driver’s seat, I stepped on the gas and the wheels skidded on the street.“Fuck! Can you slow down!?” Kara whined, fumbling with her seatbelt. I’m breaking tons of traffic rules, but I don’t fucking care.My hotel is not that far. It took less than three minutes and I’m halting to a complete stop. I stepped out, opened the door for Kara, but she just glared at me.“Get out,” I spat. I fisted her hair when she just kept staring at me. She squealed. I forced her out, but her seatbelt was still on.“Rylee!” she cried, hissing in pain, scrambling to unbuckle her seatbelt. I didn’t let her hair go and plucked her up off her seat like an annoying weed. “Alri
Last Updated : 2022-07-02Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 58|Ungrateful
~Rylee~ “What do they have over you?” I asked Kara. We are halfway into the drive to Montredon and she’d been huffing and fidgeting on her seat as though it was above a slow-burning fire. “What?” she asked, probably stunned that I was the first to break the silence in the car. Old port to Montredon is a short drive. Twenty-five to thirty minutes based on my navigation app, but the nerves are killing me. It felt like we’d been confined in this can for a lifetime instead of fifteen minutes. “Leandro Suarez,” I restate, “what does he have on you? You said he threatened you to pass a message to me.” Kara gnawed on her lower lip, eyes laser-focused on the road. “They have a video of me… a sex video,” she croaked silently. I can’t say I’m surprised. My expectation from her flew over the window long ago. In fact, I expect nothing from her anymore, but disappointment. “Sex video…” I parroted, acknowledging. “With whom?” She winced at my question. It was subtle, yet I caught it. “With s
Last Updated : 2022-07-02Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 59|Intents
~Rylee~They took my weapons, my phone, and every accessory I had on, even my jacket.‘Consider this my act of kindness, Rylee,’ Kara murmured. She did the frisking on me while Juaquin, Leandro, and his men watched her strip me of every means I had of escaping. ‘Since you’re my sister, I will let you keep your engagement and wedding rings,’ she said. Her boyfriend, Juaquin, made sure there was no tracker on them.‘Thanks,’ I spat. ‘That’s very kind of you, Karadine. Let’s consider all the sacrifices I made for you paid by this deed, shall we?’She grimaced at my sarcasm.They didn’t keep me in Montredon. When Kara finished her job, they dragged me to the beach, where a yacht sailed as soon as we were on board. They kept me in the engine room the entire cruise to our destination and blindfolded me as we docked. I followed willingly. There was no use in fighting, since our destination was unknown to me.In the darkness, I had no sense of time, no sense of direction. I could only focus o
Last Updated : 2022-07-04Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 60|Schemes
~Klaus~I knew I should care. Pity my sister, who got tangled in a sick love triangle with Dominguez and her mom. I’m not sure if she’s aware of this situation. But slowly, I’m collecting how Dominguez hid her all these months.He manipulated her. The question now is how deep he sank his claw into my sister’s head. Worst, her heart. And how the fuck did my wife get entangled in all of this?My hands were trembling, nearly drawing blood with my nails against my palms.“Care to explain what the fuck is going on, Dad?” I asked, gritting my teeth. “How did you know they took ‘my wife?’” My angered timber was enough to let him know I was not happy being in the dark. Not just because I felt played, but because my wife
Last Updated : 2022-07-04Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 61|Visitors
~Rylee~Confused, Berenice’s frown deepens. Her teeth chomped down on her lower lip. “What do you mean? Tony said I’d be safe here from Markus and Klaus.”‘Dominguez went that low?’ I thought, keenly studying her.She was young, so young I felt protective of her. I want to make Dominguez kneel before her and beg for her forgiveness. He ruined her for good. It will take a lot of work to bring back the light in her eyes. It was clouded with fear, uncertainty, and confusion. Too far from the pictures Markus showed me on my wedding day.“I am on Markus and Klaus’ side. Telling you it’s Dominguez that you should fear will be ironic, so I won’t be convincing you to believe me, Berenice,” I muttered, voice soft and friendly. “But you came here for a reason. You have questions. Ask me.”A ghost of shock traverses across her face. Swallowing hard, she cleared her throat. “Uhm… I want to know what it is that you do for them? I recently learned that you got married to Klaus. Before that-““I am
Last Updated : 2022-07-05
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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
