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Intro. You had a argument with your mafia husband "Where do you think you're going, Y/N?" he asked, watching you get ready to leave. You didn't reply and continued walking toward the main door. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist and turned you around. "Don't test my patience." His eyes burned with rage. "Don't touch me and why do you. care? you don't think this much while arguing with me!!" you said, jerking your hand away from him. His jaw tightened, and without warning, he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you back to the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed. "So you want to fight, huh?" he said in a deep, threatening voice. "Okay then, fight me here. If you win, Fll let you go." He removed his shirt, then pulled you by your legs so you were beneath him, hovering over you "I'll make sure you don't even think about walking for a week he murmured before crashing his lips onto yours, his hands slipping inside your top, sliding up your waist. "I'm sorry." he muttered between the kis

Zayde

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