All Chapters of Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Klaus~ “I thought you’re on vacation indefinitely, boss,” Kai was first to greet me as I stepped inside the game room at The Dugout basement, a nightclub I own in the heart of Manhattan. Over the years, I’ve grown a liking for building up new businesses or buying ones almost close to bankruptcy, challenging myself on how to make them flourish. I never thought I’d find great use of what once was just a pastime today, just like I never thought I’d be on the brink of losing the mafia. “Who says I’m not?” I smirked, returning Kai’s pat on the back. We mainly use the game room or man cave, as Rylee called it, as a place where we lounge, like a group of friends just having fun. Inside was a sectional with a chase facing two single sofas and a glass coffee table in between. Lining the walls were all kinds of gaming necessities, from wide screens and random gaming posters to arcade machines. Alongside the entry was a bar where Ro and Ash were fixing our drinks. “I heard Rylee finally bum

~Klaus~For the third time, I raised my hand, fist clenched tight, ready to knock on Rylee’s door. For the third time, I dropped my hands, cursing myself for being such a dick.Sighing, I pressed my forehead on her door, wondering why my mouth seemed to act on autopilot and say the wrong things when I was around her.She’s right. She’s here because of our agreement. I have no right to demand anything apart from the clauses we agreed upon, and she has broken none of those.Tail tucked between my legs, I turned and decided to wait until morning, but I heard her calling my name. I thought I imagined it when she called my name again, a lot louder this time, just what her closed door would allow.I twisted the knob and pushed it open. The lights from the hallway soaked her room in obscured light.Rylee sat on the carpet, back against the edge of her bed.I stood by the door frame, unsure of what to do. I can’t make out if she is still mad or if it’s safe to come closer without the danger o

~Klaus~I didn’t leave the penthouse until Doc Kidd did a thorough check-up on Rylee. Guilt over what I had done last night still loomed over my head. I was an asshole. I should’ve asked her like a normal human being would.I had to keep in mind that Rylee is not my employee, but my girlfriend.“What’s up with you?” Ghost asked. We are on our way to dad’s Hamptons estate. He called for a sudden family meeting, and I didn’t really have it in me to face all the heads of the Martinelli mafia.I’m still mad about what dad did to me, but I had to show up and get a feel of the situation personally.Whoever hired the hacker who tapped into my computer is an expert in these situations. They hide their traces well. And there are only a handful of people in the underworld that could match my team’s abilities.‘Better than me,’ Ash said, ‘but no one can outwit Ghost and I.’It’s what I loved about my team. I hand-picked them because we have one thing in common. We are no quitters. The more chall

~Klaus~ Ice cold droplets stung my skin. I’d been under the shower for ten minutes, yet my cock was still stiff; it could cut a diamond in half. I groaned, slamming my fist on the tiled wall. Fucking wildfire. Once I get my hand on her, she will learn never to taunt me like this. ~Rylee~ Kids were taught never to play with fire. It’s dangerous; it will burn you if you’re not careful. I don’t know why I dared play with fire. Yes, I am a spy, an assassin if needed to be, but I don’t think I’ve ever included pyro dancing in my CV. Now, the question is, why the fuck am I playing catch fire with Klaus Martinelli? “Rylee, Rylee, Rylee,” I murmured, blinking into the darkness bathing my room. “Don’t play with fire. Since when did you become such a pyromaniac?” My cheeks are red; my skin warm. I can still feel his fingers on my navel, the delicious burn where his lips had been. And my God, rumor has it of how well endowed he is. I might have seen the outline of his hard-on a few times

~Rylee~ I hadn’t done kissing in a long time, but Klaus was merely pressing his lips against mine. It was an innocent peck. Innocent and Klaus? I never imagined a day I would associate the two. I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t. My body tingles everywhere. A different kind of current zapped my dormant senses to life, stirring from where he’s touching me. He had an assertive grip on my waist and nape, firm enough to leave me marked, keeping me steady. Pure bliss. But he pulled away, ceasing everything before I could part my lips for more. Both of us were breathing hard. Our eyes met, forehead pressed against one another. Klaus ran his thumb over my lips, which parted in delight at the sight of his dilated green eyes. “Hey, Rose…” “Hm?” my hands remained on my side, clenched tightly. My body has forgotten how this works, stunned by this strange coil blooming in my center. It’s like my first kiss all over again. “puoi promettere di non spararmi?” He sounds so damn sexy, speaking g