Angelica’s POV:
My feet settle there, eyes staring at Anthony. After some time, he starts calling for me, waving his hand in front of my face. But, my mouth refused to speak, as I continued standing there staring at him.
The Italian mafia, the f*****g Italian mafia. Anthony, my newlywed husband, is the leader of the Italian mafia. The man I’m attracted to, been sucking tongues for the last week, is a gang member, no leading a gang.
My mind blows up, and I start seeing stars. Before I knew it, my head made contact with the hard floor.
When I woke up, the birds were chirping loudly. The sunlight was beaming brightly into my eyes. “Oh, it was all a dream,” I said, releasing a deep breath of relief, patting my chest.
Turning over, I saw Anthony laying there who had an arm rest on top of m
