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“Well, not my fault my husband is a fucking sex machine that wears me out completely. As much as I love being screwed stupid by you,anh, I can’t spend my days bed bound.” She never did complain about the quality, just the fact she couldn’t do anything but lay around to recover.
The women I’ve been with in the past—flings nothing long-term—never would have complained about being able to do nothing, especially after a satisfying session in bed. Hell, most of the women I’ve entertained in the past would have begged to be a stay at home trophy wife, and some did try. So, it surprised and amused me that Angel didn’t fall into the mold. She even threatened me on our second day of marriage that if I ever tried to force her out of her career and life then she would cut a limb off—hinting a lot towards my buddy downstairs being the likely victim.
She was a strong and independent woman, and I didn’t want to change her. Sure, she was my wife, but not like there were many requirements for her to fulfill there. We had staff around the house, so it wasn’t like she had to do those ‘wifely’ duties. As far as family planning went, we had that sorted out too.
Angel wasn’t the traditional mafia wife, and I appreciated that. It was nice to have the option of not keeping her in the dark, to keep her sheltered from the mafia life and the shit that goes on in it. I made the conscious decision to keep things from her though, not wanting to drag her much into the business because she wanted to keep out of it as much as possible.
It was a little difficult to navigate the mafia world with Angel being not so traditional, and not everyone was used to the fact I allowed her to be as involved as I do. Most were still in the notion of women being uninvolved, that they’re there to sit pretty and provide support on the sidelines.
I wouldn’t mind it if that’s what Angel wanted, but she didn’t want to play the ignorant and helpless wife.
“Anh, I’m going to be late if you don’t let me go.” Angel whined softly, jabbing at my cheek with her finger. Yes, jab, not poke.
“Think if I keep you long enough then they’d just mark you as a no show?” I grinned sheepishly as I held her tighter in my arms, making her giggle and hit my shoulders playfully.
Grinning softly, I looked down at her lovingly for a moment before patting her bottom playfully. “I’ll take you and drop you off at work. I need to head that way because I have business in the city I need to take care of, and I need to swing by the new club too.”
Breakfast went by in a blur, and the rest of the time until I could pick Angel up from work went by at a snail’s pace.
Mafia life wasn’t all knives and bullets like the movies made them out to be. Most of the job consisted of meetings and playing peacekeeper. Well, it could be a lot more violent, but I never liked unnecessary violence. So, I never punched before asking questions; it was also more of Lev’s thing.
There haven’t been many fights between our bratva and the other mafia groups bordering us, most choosing to keep their head low to avoid our wrath. Those who dared to try their hand often lost it when push came to shove.
The thought of expanding has occurred to me, but I wanted our business to be more stable before we expanded our territory. Eventually I want all of Nespin and the outlying towns under our control, but I want a steady stream of income from our legal and legit businesses in case things went belly side up.
Well, I can easily acquire another good chunk of the city through Angel. Something I still have to talk to her about. Ideally I wanted to wait a while longer before having more territory under my feet, but with how things were going, it would happen sooner than later.
After speaking with her lawyer, Angel found out her father willed everything over to her. So, once she cut her father off life support, it would all go into her hands. Technically, she could do the handover without her father completely out of the picture, but it would be a little messy since her father’s wishes only applied upon his death. So, we would have to deal with her stepmother fighting us every step of the way.
Well, that can be a conversation for later. I didn’t want to add any more stress to my lovely little wife who looked rather disheveled currently. No matter how immaculate she looked leaving the house, she always came home looking like a trainwreck. A beautiful trainwreck, but a trainwreck nonetheless.
No matter how messy she looked though, I would never stop smiling at the sight of her.
“Hope wherever you’re taking us ain’t fancy ‘cause I look and feel like shit. Pretty sure I have actual shit on me somewhere too.” She joked with a tired chuckle as she walked up to me at the nurse’s station.
“We can stop by Guilty to clean up.” I suggested with a playful smile.
Chuckling, she looked at me knowingly. “Honey, every time we’ve stopped by Guilty it’s never just a quick stop.” She replied with a roll of her eyes.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to see the ropes last time.” I reminded her with a soft chuckle, smirking when I saw her face flush.
“Oh shut up, someone will hear you.” She scolded me with a small scowl, smacking my arm softly. “Either way, let’s go? And can we get something carb heavy? I think I just ran through what I ate earlier and need to reload.”
Smiling, I reached out and rubbed her head. “We can get whatever your little heart desires,lisichka.” Lord knows how cranky she gets if she doesn’t get her way with food.
With a giggle, she grabbed my hand and eagerly dragged me out of the hospital. “I’m thinking maybe pasta? Sandwiches? Oooh maybe a nice burger or some Korean street food. Oh man, a cheesy corn dog sounds so amazing right now. Maybe we should just get something heavily fried instead.” Angel started to ramble on and on about possible food choices as the two of us made our way to my car parked at the curb.
“You know what, maybe we should just hit the food trucks and—” Her eagerness came to an abrupt stop.
BANG! BANG!
Our bodies instantly ducked to the ground. My hand instinctively grabbed and pulled Angel close to me so that I could use my body as a shield while my other hand drew out my gun from its holster.
If it weren’t for the bullets that bounced at our feet, I could have maybe thought the shots weren’t aimed at us. Not like these streets were the halls of Heaven, crime happened every now and then, guns included.
“You fucking kidding me...” I grumbled to myself when a van pulled up the curb and onto the sidewalk a few feet from us.
Pulling Angel up, I shoved the keys into her hand and gave her a firm shove towards the car. “Go, I’ll cover you.” I told her as four men spilled out of the van with guns drawn.
