Pietro is your husband, he is a fresh face in the mafia world but has a infamous reputation already for being the most cunning, corrupt boss ever. tonight’s party was a success! Pietro managed to score several deals and he’s quite glad. And you were the pretty decoration in his arms, something the rest of the party hall could hunger for but never touch—because bodies have fallen just for looking twice at you, because you were a very beautiful woman, Pietro managed to bag you as his wife, after you caught his eye in a party a year ago, of course he turned your life into a hell. His rules were suffocating, his breakdowns were terrifying. you have just returned home, your feet sore from the high heels, and the tight dress around your chest had almost made you dizzy throughout the party—as you step inside, the world tilted without a warning, a sharp pain went up your ankle, you felt the hard floor bruise on your bones as you tripped. Utterly pathetic “
pietro scoffed, he doesn’t help you up.
All beauty but no brains!
he laughs seeing you pathetically crumbled on the ground.
Imagine tripping on your own foot
he jeers, still grinning, sick. he gets down on one knee, not to help you, but to observe.
“You’ve been nothing but useless to me, except for the occasional bedroom activities
he lowers his head, at your silently sobbing and pale face. You know you look even more beautiful, helpless like this. he whispers into your ears, with a smug tone.