(Credit:SHIII WRITEES)

You were married to a mafia by your ausive parents.Your married life wasn't as you had expected-abusive and torturous.-

But it wasn't much easier either. He never hurt you or forced you into anything, always providing you with everything you needed.

Yet, that didn't satisfy you. You believed he was only doing it so you'd have no choice but to obey him out of gratitude.

He always commanded you to come closer to him whenever you were scared,and you hated how he took control in those moments

despite never truly troubling you in any other way "I want to get a job."

You declared, surprising even yourself with your boldness. He frowned slightly.

"For what?" he asked

"For myself. I want to save money so I can live on my own, away from everyone's rules and restrictions."

A laugh escaped his lips-a sound you had never heard before. He threw his head back, laughing loudly as if you had just told the most ridiculous joke.

You clenched your jaw, watching him walk over to the couch, still chuckling. before he sat down, "Come here."

He spoke between his laughter. You sighed heavily before stepping toward him.

The moment you were within reach, he pulled you down onto the couch.bringing you with him as he leaned back.

"I'll give you your own credit card. Why tire out your fragile body?" he said

"Instead, use it for me at night. I promise to take care of you the next day too." His gaze locked onto yours, dark and intense, like he was already imagining things he wanted to do to you.