All Chapters of Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Rylee~I don’t know what disappointed me more—finding out that my boyfriend of three years played house with another woman in our home or the fact that I couldn’t even put a bullet between his other woman’s eyes because she was my sister.Just minutes ago, I was grinning from ear to ear, dashed out of the cab straight from the airport.Working twenty-four seven for Klaus Martinelli was damn exhausting. I craved the familiarity of my own place, the comfort of my own bed, and the arms of the man I hold dearly in my heart.But the sight of my boyfriend tangled in my Egyptian cotton sheets with my sister made working for that infuriating Italian a sweet wonderland.So I did what a rational human being would. I woke them up and threw them out of my place, but that’s when things went south. You’d think they’d have the decency to volunteer and leave on their own accord, but no.“This is my house too!” claimed Mason. He didn’t bother covering up and started an argument with a pissed-off me i

~Klaus~‘Fucking Kino,’ I groaned, ignoring Dianna, Dina, Darlene – whatever this blond’s name – nails dug into the back of my thighs as I thrust my cock down her throat; her eyes watered. The pendulum movement had the headboard banging on the wall.My mind reeled with my father’s words. For years, he threw hints after hints that he wanted a family man to take over the mafia. I took them as a joke he’d like to throw around at meetings and parties. A fucking mistake on my end. Now I am about to lose the only thing I ever worked for.I had always been a mafia man. There was no other option for me. I made better of myself in every aspect of the business, eyeing the price of becoming Don when my father retires. All my hard work will go to waste just because I am single? Huh. Life is never fair, but this is some kind of prejudice.Dina coughed as I pulled out of her mouth. She gasped, retrieving the air she gave up to please me, corkscrewing her hands up and down my dick. Like a man on a m

~Klaus~Fucking wildfire.I bit my lower lip, spotting Rylee in that body-hugging silver dress.She’d probably point a gun at my head if she knew what I had been doing for the past two days. She hated being stalked, being watched. It’s ironic since it’s what she does for a living.She blended in with the crowd, swaying her hips in Dillon Francis, DJ Snake’s Get Low booming on the speaker.I stifled a groan as she raised her hands; her skirt rose, revealing those legs for days that had been looped around my waist in my fantasies.Goddamn.My jeans grew tighter as I watched Rylee rocked that body, pushing a few guys who tried to grope her. I restrained myself from going down there and drove them away with my fist.It was hard to be patient. This is why I never liked waiting.McKay came in, and Rylee put her plan into play. I had to keep my distance, knowing that she would feel someone tailing her.I didn’t step in until she triggered the alarm in McKay’s private room. She put up a fight

~Rylee~Spending the rest of my night with Klaus was the last thing I wanted to do. I planned to rest, watch some chick flick movie on NetFlix, call Sloan in the morning and be on my way to another job a little later in the day.I knew I was in a limbo of denial, but working kept my mind busy, keeping me sane, keeping me from dwelling on questions such as ‘why is love never enough to make people stay?’ ‘Why did Kara and Mason betray me the way they did when all I did was love them both?’Finding a needle in a haystack is easier than figuring out people’s intent, just like this six-foot Italian lounging in my suite. He occupied the chaise attached to the sectional where I sat. I left the balcony door open, allowing the warm Nevada air inside.His legs were widespread, a forefinger pressed against his lips. He had his body angled so he could stare into my eyes. He shifted, setting an ankle over his knee, and reached for the goblet filled with pinot noir, taking a sip.I changed into mu

~Rylee~ The balcony curtains danced with the morning air. I’ve scrutinized the teardrop bulbs of the chandelier dangling from the ceiling since Klaus left. I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep. My forehead and nape still buzz with electricity from Klaus’ touch. Last night was something else. Not just the deal we had, but Klaus was different. He was still his annoying self, but I felt this tug in my chest when he kissed me. A small part of me hoped that it wasn’t my forehead he kissed, but my lips. ‘God. I’m in so much trouble. Why had I agreed to be his wife again?’ My phone beeped, interrupting my obsession over that little lingering peck. Rain: You still in Sin City? Rylee: Yeah. You here? Rain: Nope. I’m in L.A. Meet me at The Smashed Pig. I giggled as I typed. Rylee: You are so dead. Can’t wait to see you! Rain: I know. Wear a sexy skirt and go commando. I’d like to grope your pussy under the table and make you come. I rolled over the bed, falling into a hysteria of laughter