The Mafia's Whore
#2: Mistress
The little clock kept turning, changing the time. It did not feel right at 12 pm the sound of footsteps from the door approached a sleeping woman sitting on a white sofa.
The stern-headed man stared hatefully at the woman he claimed to be his slave. His revenge had just begun, not in vain he pretended to be a good man and loved him. Though for three months two sick of doing the charade.
"Is this the way I can see you?"
The man continued his steps, he stepped over the steps one by one. His steps stopped at one of the doors.
She glanced at the door of her room that Bella and herself had made. He did not want to set foot in that room.
He continued his steps, exactly five steps. He entered a room. The scent of Lavender gushed into his nose. He stepped footingly, sweeping through all of the room.
He looked at a picture, facing the bed. His first wife, Gladies.
"I miss you."
He walked towards the bed, then dropped his body on the king-size bed. Closing his eyes, remembering every second of his wife's company.
"I miss your babble, Gla."
He remembered every shadow of his wife, his indulgence, his boisterous laughter. Now, however, he only saw his wife lying helplessly, all the effort he had put in. However, there is no development at all. His wife remained asleep.
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"Mrs.." Greet a woman. He patted Bella's shoulder slowly.
The woman was shocked. "Have you gone home?"
The woman nodded, she felt sorry for her young mistress. He worked for many years, so he knew everything. Before his young mistress came. The master said that his wife was dead and did not divulge her secrets.
"Master's home, man,"
"Jhoo...."
The room was quiet, she stepped towards her husband's desk. The documents are neatly laid out, there is no trace that Jhonatan was working at that desk.
"Where is he?"
Bella wanted to turn around, but something caught her eye. An open drawer. He approached, both eyes looking at an inverted figura.
"Whose picture?" hand outstretched. He was about to take that photo. But the firm and cold voice shocked him.
"Don't touch it!"
Bella turned her head, she saw Jhonatan in the doorway.
"Jho..." Bella hugged Jhonatan. She misses her husband so much.
Jhonatan looked disgusted, he immediately pushed Bella hard. Until the woman fell to the floor.
"Jho..."
"Stop that Jho call! I'm disgusted to listen to it and I'm sick of seeing you."
Bella stood up, she grabbed Jhonatan's hand and held it. "Jho, what's wrong with you? if I say it wrong? you can say, I'll change and do what you want? but please don't leave me Jho, don't get married. Have you forgotten our memories."
Jonathan throws Bella's hand hard. Until the body hit the corner of the table. The pain and pain was felt on his forehead.
Jhonatan stepped up, he gripped Bella's chin violently.
"Look! I don't need your talk. I'm sick of playing with you. You know how many women I've slept with. Let alone touching you, your filthy body is unclean to my body. Need I remind you, you're just a bitch to me."