Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02

... fourth shooter turn my way. It was a machine gun of some kind. It was fast and dangerous. Bullets dotted across the wall beside my head, and I dove behind the nearest sofa. The lamp and nightstand beside it toppled over and more glass shattered. The fourth charged my position. He fired blindly into the couch and yelled like a warrior charging into battle. But when he peered over the back of the couch to fire the finishing blow, the man only saw the empty floor. I quickly crawled to the far side of the couch and fell onto my side so I could look around the front of the couch. Firing one time, I saw a spurt of blood come from his head as the last man fell to the ground.

Was this them? did they already know what I was doing with his wife? How could they know so fast? How could they—it can’t be the Italians? Not because of what I and Marlene were doing at least... They had no time to mobilize a strike like this.

I cleared the rest of the twenty-five hundred square foot apartment for any more of them. Peaking in the hallway, I saw it was all clear. These guys were far from professionals, but they still may have a backup man or men in a car downstairs.

“Marlene!” I yelled, returning to the bedroom and getting on all four. “Marlene, come on. It’s safe.”

Marlene was squeezed between the hardwood floor and box spring. A painful frown froze on her face as she quietly screamed in terror.

“Come on, take my hand. We have to hurry. There could be more of them, or the cops ...

... can be here any minute. Come on!”

But Marlene wouldn’t budge. Her tears rained droplets over the floor and formed a puddle. The woman was stuck in a psychological paralysis from the trauma. It sucked being in an ambush. Not everyone was cut out for it. Unfortunately, we didn’t have time for a gentle introduction to gun fights so…

Standing up, I grabbed the lip of the wood bed frame and grunted like I was doing a deadlift in the gym. The bed creaked, then groaned, and Marlene yelped with it as I flipped it on its side, and the mattress flopped against the bathroom door. Marlene was shrunk into a fetal position. It took a little more coaxing than grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet to get her going.

“Wh—what… Why were they shooting at us?” Marlene stuttered while staring into the living room. Coming to, she started drying her tears as her voice hardened with every word. “Are we safe? Are there more of them? Does he know?”

No more description of ‘he’ was necessary. I knew she meant her husband. The boss. The mafiaoza's wife was back. She wanted revenge… I reloaded my gun and found three additional clips on one of the shooters for the same pistol I carried.

“I don’t know…” I said. Fishing my cell phone out of my pocket, I saw three missed calls and a single unread text. They all were from Lorenzo. Clicking on the text message, I read the few words twice before they sunk in.

Lorenzo

‘Alpha is burned. Proceed to Bravo.’

“Fuck.”

“What? What is it? ...