(Credit:“LITERARY ESCAPE”)

you walked back home you couldn't escape conversations of your Mafia Husband, Zuriel Moretti.

and whispers about the criminal and the person who went missing.

Being a cop can be so stressful. The third girl that went missing this week. As you opened the door you shouted. "Really why would you even k i l l him?"

A figure approached you and scooped you up in his arms pressing you to the wall.

"You are tired." He rasped. His fingers gripped your waist.

"No Zuriel"

*His hand tightened around your throat as his another hand slipped inside your jeans. Your mouth fell open in ecstasy.

Maybe he was right you need to release some tension.

"Baby, I can k i l l for you. I already have and I will do it again if I have to”

“but this time it was you who k i l l e d the guy, it was your your rival officer." He slipped his hands out of your pant.

"And I don't like when you yell at me." He left you there wanting for more...