If there's one thing that I hate about buying new clothes is that I have to organize them. So here I am sitting in my closet putting the clothes where I want them. Desperately trying not to step on or crush them.
"Fucking Luciano, buying all of this and not even helping me." I muttered.
"What did you say?" He asked with a small smile.
"You heard me." I said glaring at him.
He sighed and bent down to pick up some evening dresses. I took a deep breath in annoyance, instead of helping me, he was searching through all of them as if he was searching for something to wear. Boy wouldn't that be a sight. Him in a dress.
I watched him as he searched through them until he stopped. His gaze was on a royal blue evening gown.
I heard him mutter perfect under his breath. That's weird.
"Hey are you going to help me or not?" He looked at me with raised eyebrows before organizing the dresses he took out from the bags, by length and color.
An hour later we were finally finished. It took forever, ok maybe there were a few snack breaks. I was bored out of my mind. I hopped off the kitchen counter and made my way to Luciano's office.
He had gone there to do some paper work. When I reached the doors, I didn't even bother knocking and just went in.
"Do you even know the purpose of a door? He said with his eyes still on the paper in his hands.
"I don't care, because according to you, my dear husband, privacy is not a necessity in this marriage. What kind of wife would I be if I disobeyed your orders?"
He chuckled at my response. I walked around his office until I spotted a gun. I haven't used one of those in a few days. That gives me a idea.
"Do you have any paper targets?"
"Why would you need that?"
"I don't know Dora. What could people possibly do with paper targets." He rolled his eyes at me and went back to working.
I waited for a good minute to see if he was going to respond. He didn't.
"Hello, you didn't answer my question." He sighed and kept his gaze on the paper before him.
"Give me a second."
I walked over to his bookshelf and looked at the books there. His taste in books are incredibly boring.
"I'm done now. Come on." I followed him out of the office and downstairs to the basement. Who keeps targets in their basement?
"You have targets in your basement?" I asked
"Something like that." Is all he said. We got to the basement but instead of stopping he kept walking until he reached a door, which he opened and walked in.
We walked into a cellar. That's smart. I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of screaming and the stench of blood and sweat.
Luciano walked in front of me and went into another cellar. This one was different. It was more isolated and secured.
He pushed open the door, my face scrunched at the sight before me.
"Why do you have bloody bodies in your basement?" I asked.
"Why not?"
"Because the blood will ruin your floor."
He sighed and walked over to six men who's heads were covered with bags.
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Infinity |18+
Action"I'm busy," he said sounding slightly irritated. Well that makes two of us. Suddenly I had an idea. I walked over to him with a smirk. I went behind him, leant over his shoulders and rested my head in the crook of his neck and kissed him. I pulled h...
