Married to a manwh-re episode 14

👰 MARRIED TO A MANWH-RE 🔞🔞
(He married me
😱
But loves me not 💔)
Writer:- Racheal Dennis
Chapter 14 🌟✨
Eva💘…
‘Grrrrrrrrrh’
I wake up to my alarm clock buzzing. I reach out and turn it off, I sleepily sit up and yawn as I rub my eyes trying to get the sleep away.
I climb down from my bed and head out. I walk past Fred’s room and halt, I wonder how he’s feeling…. Does his wound still hurt…. Only God knows how he sustain that injury.
Maybe I should check on him and know if he’s alright. I move closer to his door and give it a little push, to my surprise it open.
Hmm, I thought he normally lock his door from the in,side.
I step into the room and look at his bed, I see him laying on it. Sleeping peacefully and snoring softly.
He looks like an angel while asleep but when he wakes up he turns out to be the devil himself.
I move closer to examine his wound and I notice it’s already patch up. At least that blonde did a good job here.
I turn to leave but something caught my eye.
I notice the blanket covering his nose, making it hærd for him to breath.
I reach out and remove it, but when I try to retrieve my hand back, he caught it.
I gasp and stare at him with my eyes w¡dened in fear. I didn’t want him to know I came into his room.
He observe my face for a moment.
“What are you doing in my room?” He asked lowly.
“I… I.. wa.. I… You.. ” dear God, why am I stuttering.
“Speak!” He growled at me.
“I was just checking on you… You know, your wound”
He let go of my hand and sit up.
“Get out”
“Huh?”
“I said Get. Out!!”
“Ok” I quickly run out.
Like I said when he’s awake he turns out to be the devil himself. Such an arrogant Jerk.
I head downstairs to get breakfast ready, I don’t think I can do any chores before I leave for work.
I’ll just do them when I come back later. I enter the kitchen and got down to business.
My guess is Fred might be hungry since he didn’t eat anything last night, so I prepare chicken fried steak.
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Just when I’m done putting the food on the dinning table, I see Fred come down from his room.
He seems to have freshen up, his hair neatly comb. He wore a black hoodie, black joggers and a pair of white sneakers.
Right now he looks like a bad boy Rockstar. Just my kind of guy.
I bite my lower lip….
“Ugly!”
I snapped back to life.
“I’m going out, I left some clothes on my bed. Make sure the laundry is done by the time I get back”
What?
“I’m not your maid” I retort.
“You kinda are” then he hears towards the door.
I suddenly remembered the breakfast I made for him, so I rush to his front and holds his hand.
“I made breakfast” I said.
He looked at my hand on his and grits his teeth.
“Let go” just those two words were enough to burn my hand. I quickly let go of his arm.
“Aren’t you gonna eat something before you leave?”
“No”
“Why?”
“I’m not hungry”
What? After putting all my efforts to make him breakfast he’s not gonna eat it. I pout and step out of his way.
I feel his gaze on me. Then I hear him sigh and walk towards the dinning table.
He sits on a chair and folds his arms around his chest.
“Serve the food” he said.
I quickly serve the food and sits opposite him. He takes his fork and pokes a small piece of chicken and takes it to his mouth.
I watch as he chew, I wait for him to compliment my divine skill but he doesn’t, he just continue eating.
Maybe this is a perfect opportunity to ask him about his wound… I need to know how he got injured, I’m his fiancée and I think I have the right to know.
I cleared my throat and lick my dried l-ips.
“Erm… Fred?”
He paused and look at me. I smile nervously.
“Are you gonna tell me how you got injured?”
He grip on the fork tight and I wince as the fork bend.
“It’s none of your business”
“Yeah, it is…. You are my husband to be”
He drops the fork and stands up, then he heads toward the door.
“Where are you going… You haven’t finish your meal”
“I’m full” he continues walking, then he stops and turn to face me. “Right, I’m going out with my friends and I might come back with one of my girlfriends. Make sure my room we tidied”
He is going out with his injured shoulder… I won’t let him.
“Fred you are injured and you shouldn’t be moving around LA, you should stay home and rest” I told him.
“Are you my Mom or fiancee?”
I ignore him and poke on my chicken, suddenly what he said registered in my head.
He’s bringing his girlfriend home? That means he’s bringing her to this penthouse…. No, not possible.
I must make some things clear with him, we’re engaged and he shouldn’t be doing some stuff while I’m around.
“Ah, Fred… I think we should talk about setting some rules”
“Rules? What rules?”
“You can’t bring any of your girlfriends to this house. We’re engaged and I deserve some respect from you” I told him.
Then he scoffs.
“First of, I’ve told you to stop calling yourself my fiancee. Second, this is my house. You don’t get to make the rules, I do. And taking about respect, you don’t deserve respect from anyone” he said.
I just stare at him. This is exactly why I call him Beast!.
“So, you are saying I can bring my boyfriends here too”
He glare at me.
“No! Absolutely not!”
Hmm. But you can bring yours…
“Listen ugly, I’m not gonna use this engagement or marriage to affect my personal life. I can date whomever I like and You can date whomever you want to but keep it low key, I don’t want people to start talking” he holds the knob on the door. “Don’t interfere in my personal life and I won’t interfere with yours” then he goes out.
I slump onto my chair and close my eyes.
“Ha! Since he doesn’t want to acknowledge our engagement, I’ll just ignore our engagement too”
But can I really ignore it…. I like him, no… I think I kinda lo….
My phone starts blaring and interrupts my thoughts. I pick it up and answer it absentmindedly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah? You sure have a unique way of receiving a call” I hear Aubrey’s voice from the other end.
“Sorry, why did you call?”
“Really, are you even checking your time? Better get your butts here” I glanced at the wall clock in the living room.
I quickly shot up from the chair and run upstairs. I throw my phone on my bed and dash into the bathroom.
Seeing I’m already, I just took a quick shower.
I change into a high wa-ist skirt that stops at my mid th-gh and a pink tank top. I throw my hair in a ponytail, pick my small backpack and run out.
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I arrived at the cafe and see everyone gathered around in front of bob’s office.
I sneak in and try to blend in with the crowd, but Bob’s eagle like eyes caught me.
“You are late, Eva!” He said.
I freeze and slowly turn around. Everyone’s attention is on me, I pass Bob a nervous smile and put a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Sorry, my alarm clock wasn’t working, so…..”
“When will you stop saying the same old lie” he cut me off.
Of course he knows I’m lying, it’s the same I say everytime I’m late.
“I….”
“Eva?”
I raised my head and see…. Jason? What is he doing here? I look around and my eyes found Aubrey, she just roll her eyes and look away.
“Eva, is this where you work?” Jason asked me.
“Yeah. What are you doing here” I said as jason and I hug briefly.
Bob pull me back and stand in front of me but not before sending me a harsh glare.
“Sorry, Mr Matteo. Eva is kinda..urg…. Unprofessional, please don’t mind her behavior” Bob plead?
Why is he explaining himself? I look at Jason, he’s looking at me in amusement.
“Bob, what’s going on?” I asked.
He leans forward and whisper in my ear.
“He’s the new boss”
What?!
“Yeah, the one I sold the cafe to”
I gasp and stare at Jason.
“You…. You…. ” I point my finger at him wordlessly.
I’m short of words. Jason is my boss? Jason holds my hand and drop it to my side, then he smiled at me.
“What a small world” he said.
“Of course!” I hear Aubrey muttered.
Jason turn his attention to everyone.
“Ok, guys. I’m Jason Matteo and I’m gonna be your boss from today. I don’t wanna pressure you guys, but I expect you to give your best performance and help me keep the reputation of this cafe. Though I won’t tolerate any misconduct… Ok, that’s all you can all go back to your work” he dismissed us.
I wanted to get back to work but Jason caught hold of my hand.
“You, il mio cuore, are coming with me”
“But Jason I haven’t sigh in yet”
“Forget about signing in, I’m the boss and you’re with me no one’s gonna query you” he wink at me.
I sigh. I know Jason, he’ll not stop persuading me untill I give in.
“Ok, where are we going?”
He smiles.
“On that tour we talked about” then he leads me outside.
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Fred 💔
“Dad, I have everything under control”
“Don’t give me that shit. You were shot last night and our sh¡p was robbed, is that having everything under control?” My dad yells at me on the other side of the phone.
Ok, here’s a secret about my family that the world doesn’t know.
My dad is in the Mafia, he’s the king of the America mafia and I’m his successor.
The RUSSELL EMPIRE is just a cover to keep people from finding out about our involvement in the Mafia world.
That’s why I don’t like getting attached to anyone, if I do they’ll get hurt or worse get killed.
I clenched my jaw and grind my teeth.
“Make sure you and your boys recover those stolen goods” then he hangs up.
I turn to my boys. Micheal and Jerry sits by right and left side respectively.
Everywhere is silence, the only sound heard is my abnormal breaths.
My nose flare in anger. I bang my hand on the table.
“How come our sh¡p was robbed?”
They all keep quiet, taking frightened looks at my hand.
I look down at my hand on the table, I notice how tight I’m holding my handgun in my hand.
F-cking pussies! They are scared of a small pistol.
“Speak!” I roared at them.
“Boss, we don’t know. They took us unaware” one of them said.
“Whose team was esc-rting the sh¡p?”
“Micheal’s” they replied.
I turn to Micheal with a confused frown.
Micheal has always been deligent in his work, I wonder why he slipped this time.
“Micheal what happened?”
“I don’t know, fred. But I’ve got the boys looking for the goods already”
I nod.
“Then who were those guys that shot me last night?” I asked.
“We’re still looking into it” Jerry said then pause. “But…. ”
“But what?” I asked.
“I think I have a clue who they might be” he said.
“Who?”
“I think it’s the Russians”
I furrow my brows.
“The Russians? But how come… I’ve been keeping a low profile, no one in LA knows I’m the Mafia Prince”
This is strange. For years my father and I have been successfully and quietly running our Mafia without any trouble, but now, the Russians suddenly find out about us.
At least they should have a reason for coming at us, I don’t remember us crossing paths with them.
“Maybe… Someone inform them” Jerry said.
From the corner of my eye I see Micheal still on his chair.
“Someone? Who could that be?”
“I have a suspect” he said. I raise my brows at him, urging him to continue. “I think it’s your fiancée that sold you out”
I bang my hand on the table and they flinched in their chairs and bow their heads.
How can he suspect Eva, she looks so timid and fragile.
She doesn’t seem like someone who can withstand a fight, talk more or less of getting involved with the Mafia.
“Hey, before you get angry hear me out” he look at my expression, when he sees I’m waiting for him to speak he continues. “Last night at the club, I saw her with a strange guy. They seem pretty close and the guy look kinda suspicious, so I had some of our boys watch them. According to their report, the guy drove her home”
Ugly was with another guy last night? How dare she… Doesn’t she knows she’s engaged?
No… Wait, why do I sound…. Jealous? Yuck!
But could it be her, but how did she know that I’m in the mafia. I’ll find a way to make her spill the beans.
I see Micheal relax as Jerry suspect ugly.
“Micheal, what do you say?” I asked. He’s been awfully quiet for some time and he’s posture is…. Hmm, suspicious.
“Ha… Ye.. yeah. I think we should watch Eva’s movement” he said in a short stutter.
I smirk. I’ll watch ugly, but I’ll keep a closer watch on Micheal.
He knows me best and his behavior today is far from his usual self.
“Alright, boys. Let’s go!” I said as I stand up.
We all head out. We were in a restaurant my dad specially built to deal and discuss our business.
According to him, if anyone see us go in they will think we’re going in,side to eat.
I think it’s a pretty wise idea.
“Boss, isn’t that your fiancée?” One of the boys said pointing across the road.
I looked and see ugly standing next to a guy, they’re both laughing.
The guy puts his arm around ugly’s shoulder, and feeding her something.
How shameless! So this is the work she claims to be doing on Saturdays.
“Boss, he’s the same guy I saw with her last night” jerry said.
“Yeah, and from what I’m seeing they are way more than close” Micheal added.
My eyes hærden.
“Shut up!” I barked.
I find myself walking towards them.
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Eva💘
“Jason, I don’t like vanilla flour” I whine.
“Come just have a bite, you’ll fall in love with it” he tries to convince me.
He puts it in my mouth. I take a small bit and wince at the taste.
I shake my head.
“I still prefer chocolate”
“I don’t….”
“Ugly!!” I hear Fred’s thunderous voice.
I feel my body goes stiff in my chair. I slowly raised my head and take a peek at his face.
His eyes darken and his l-ips sets on thin lines. He takes my hand and pull me to his side.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
Is he blind or something…
“Having ice cream?” I said, well more like ask.
“I’m not blind!!” He roars.
Well it seems like you are.
He glares at Jason, Jason on the other hand just smiles at him.
“Why are you here with him? Is this your workplace?”
“Why won’t I be here with him? He’s my boss”
“So it’s normal for you to have ice cream with your boss… Have you forgotten that you are my fiancée?”
Is he serious right now…. I scoff.
“Hey, first of, it’s very normal to have ice cream with my boss. Second, I’m not your fiancée!!” I yells at him.
Oh my God! Where did this boldness… Or should I say rudeness come from.
Well, I guess he’s rubbing off on me. It’s safe to say I learnt from the best.
I look at his eyes and regretted it instantly. I see anger in his eyes, if he’s a cartoon character you’d see fire brewing out of his eyes.
“So… It’s true. You sold me out” he said.
I look at him in confusion. I sold him out? What is he saying?
Jason take my hand and pull me away from Fred’s grip. He puts his arm around my wa-ist.
“Yo man. I don’t know what your deal is, but if you don’t mind moving along” Jason said.
Fred wh¡p his head to him and glared at him.
“You don’t have right to speak, this is between ugly and me”
Jason smirk.
“She’s my girlfriend, so I have the right to speak for her. Please move along you just interrupted our date”
I see Fred clenched his fist. Then he avert his gaze to me.
“I give you ten minutes to get yourself back to the penthouse, you have some unfinished chores” then he walked away angrily.
“Is that your fiance?” Jason asked when Fred is out of sight.
“Yeah”
“Well, he’s one big foolish ass” he said.
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Authoress pov ✍️✍️
The spy picks his phone and calls his boss.
“Boss it’s done”
“Good”
“But, he and his boys got away” the spy said.
“What? How could you let that happen?” His boss roared angrily as he throws things away.
“Boss, please calm down. Although he got away but we shot him and robbed his sh¡p”
“Better. Make sure you clean every trace, don’t let them trace it back to us”
“Yes, as of now, they are suspecting the Russians and…. ”
” And what? ” The boss asked impatiently.
“His fiancee, they think she might be the mole” the spy said.
He and his boss starts laughing.
“Foolish Fred. Let him continue accusing the wrong people, very soon we’ll take him down and I’ll get my revenge” the boss continue laughing and hang up.
The spy smirk….
T. B. C.
Fred you are making me confused…do you love Eva or not…
Eva I love how you stood up to Fred….
Who could this spy be….
Could it be that Jason is really a bad person…..
The spy could be Jerry or Micheal… But Eva? Nah… I don’t think so….
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