All Chapters of Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~Klaus~ My wildfire. I’ve given up on taming her fire long ago and allowed her to burn me instead. I told myself to make tonight all about her pleasure, treat her like a queen. She just had to open that fucking smart mouth, and all my plans turned to dust. With her legs in a vice grip around my waist, I walked up the cabin’s threshold, kicked the door open, and kicked it close. I pushed Rylee up the cool surface while blindly groping for the switch. Star-like lights illuminate the cabin’s ceiling. I know so because I planned to make love to her beneath the stars. Her reaction to the planetarium hinted how much she loved star gazing, but she was too busy kissing me to fucking care. From how she gyrates her clothed pussy on my raging erection, I don’t think she’d be able to see the rose petals on the floor either. And I don’t think she’d give me time to light up the rose and lavender scented candles in the bedroom or even pour her some wine. Like a snake, she slithered through my h

~Rylee~The gentle rain of kisses on my shoulder, teasing and playful, woke me up from my slumber.“Hmm,” I purred, shifting to lie on my back without peeling my eyes open. I stretched my hands up and curled them around Klaus’ neck as he loomed above me. His lips trailed kisses on my collarbone up to my neck, meeting my lips.“You awake?” he murmured, kissing my jaw, one hand fondling my breast, the other holding his weight.“A bit.” My voice was raw, evidence of our busy night.From the couch, Klaus carried me to the bedroom, where he made love to me again until I fell limp in his arms. Worn out yet satisfied.Klaus hummed, letting my breast go, unloosing my hands from his neck and lacing our fingers together. He extended them over my head, directing my hand to hold on to the bed’s headboard.I honestly have no idea what kind of room we are in, not that I care. ‘Where’ doesn’t matter; it’s ‘who’ that matters to me.I smiled against his kiss, sinking my teeth into his lower lip as he

~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

~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

~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