Trading My Mob Husband For Power
Language: en
Everyone in Miami knows that Roman’s wife is terrified of the dark, sickened by the sight of blood, and wouldn't survive three days without him. Even Roman himself believed it. After we got married, he stepped out on me dozens of times, never once worried that I might actually leave. Just like right now. I had just found a pair of bloody lace panties tucked into the passenger side of his Mercedes. Roman barely glanced at them. He gave a careless, easy laugh. "The new girl at the club just lost her cherry. We played a little rough. Don't sweat it." This time, I didn't scream. I didn't throw…