The Mafia’s Third Wife: Between The Devil’s Triangle

Chapter 14 Meeting Willow

“You’ve gone around fucking other young lads, didn’t ya?” his hoarse voice penetrated her ears and Lana whined sensually.

He continually stroked his two slender fingers into her mouth, and she sucked on them like a member. Ramos had his lips buried in between the crook of her neck, and his lips peppered her flesh with kisses.

Of course, Lana couldn’t respond to his question, since his fingers weren’t going to allow such.

“You missed me or got tired of getting your hole drilled by those man sluts back in the Bahamas?” This time, his fingers moved out of her mouth before she gasped desperately for air while he straightened himself – his eyes now gazing directly at her flustered face.

“N-no! I… I didn’t fuck anyone, Daddy. I swear – I’d never cheat on you” Lana rasped, heavily uncontrollably with a horny smile on her face. Wordlessly, Ramos gave his fingers which were now drenched in Lana’s saliva a kiss.

The end of her gown was already parted, so he simply traveled his arm down there and then, unexpectedly, drove his wet fingers directly into her hole.

“Holy hell! Ramos! Ahh!”

Uncontrollably, Lana moaned loudly and hotly at this intrusion – she could feel his fingers spreading the flesh between her legs apart.

His other available hand reached for her face and then groped both cheeks before he leaned in closer for a sloppy, wet, and borderline erotic kiss which she accepted wholeheartedly.

The kiss was brief and as his lips parted from her face, a line of drool trailed after.

“Y’know how I feel about betrayers, don’t you, Lana? Betray or cheat on me and that’ll be the end of your life, got it?” Ramos’ voice came out as downright intimidating and strangely, she found it sensually hot.

A light nod of the head was her response before he reclaimed her lips, blocking the loud moan that almost left her lips when his fingers began thrusting crazily into her.

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If one were to predict this type of morning to Raven Freeman, she’d unhesitatingly slap ’em brutally across the fact. In the morning she would wake up due to the sound of a gun being shot which was followed by the cry of pain from a human.

Well, it did happen.

That morning, Raven rushed to the shut window, dragged it upwards, then feasted her eyes on a gruesome scene despite how early it was in the morning.

Hands-on her mouth, she watched in dismay as the trigger of a gun got pulled without hesitation and the bullet fired pierced the skull of those standing.

The room the female servant had taken her to was simply… glamorous. Unlike her previous one in Ramos’ mansion, it wasn’t painted thoroughly black but left plain yet had aesthetically pleasing wallpapers.

The mere downside and biggest flaw of it was its location. From her window, Raven had a picture-perfect view of the Stray Dog’s Training Ground.

From where she stood, there were countless grounds of training, each had a roughly estimated number of 50 individuals – all clad in black clothing and ready to train.

“How many subordinates does this Clan have?” Raven muttered in awe but took her attention back to the currently dragged dead bodies.

To her, a certain man, who wore something similar to everyone but was differentiated by a horse whip in hand, was seemingly the training instructor.

Raven found the excess killing mostly irrelevant, then again, couldn’t bring herself to feel pity for any of them. After all, none were forced to join the Stray Dogs, right?

Whoever wants to lay his life down for some bullshit should be free to do so, right?

Her mind raced back to Lee – oh, Alfredo Sanchez. The Doctor Lee she knew, admired, and looked up to was gone; she witnessed him killing a man.

That wasn’t Lee one bit, just a ruthless Mafia.

Raven had her thoughts interrupted by the knock on the door. Without even responding, a female servant, the same one who has led her here, showed up with some clothes in her arms.

“A change of cloth for you, ordered by Lord Alfredo,” the servant said with a light bow to Raven who walked to her – wasn’t it ridiculous that she was still in her wedding dress?

“I’d appreciate it if you leave” Raven spoke blankly while she nodded negatively. “Forgive me, but I can’t. Lord Alfonso instructed me to always stay by your side”

“Oh? Like some kind of fucking bodyguard?” A scoff fled her lips as she went to the servant, who still had the clothes in her outstretched arms.

Mutely, Raven moved it from her arms and then went to the bathroom where she intended to change.

“So, your name? Or your Lords didn’t authorize you to tell me?” her voice spoke from the bathroom where she was changing.

“Margarita”

“Like the drink? It’s a nice name for a servant to some mafias. Tell me Margarita, you a fighter or something or just a servant?” Raven asked and expected another sharp response, only to receive silence.

“Margarita?” She was a bit appalled by the silence yet nothing came aside from a low whimper. Raven hesitated up in dressing, then dashed out of the bathroom just to meet Margarita lying on the floor with a female Stray Dog towering over her.

The servant had her lower lips bleeding quite profusely with some part of her cheeks overly red – surely, that lady just hit her.

Raven knitted her eyebrows then marched to an about to get stomped Margarita. She was quick enough to grab the right wrist of the other lady, then yank it to face her.

Once their faces met, Raven’s infuriated eyes dimmed in shock at the appearance of the female Stray Dog. Likewise, hers dilated shockingly, but it was for a second.

“Wi-Willow? What are you doing here?”