Never had it ever happened that marriage in the mafia household did not work out. The male was the head and led the life that he saw fit for his family until death. The women enjoyed the pampering if not, she had to choose to work under a few fields.
Women belonging to mafia families were taught from the very beginning and often helped the ladies from civilian households that failed to settle in. A man did not marry a woman if he did not think that they would be compatible together. Yet whenever he did, the marriage never ended in a divorce. It was the death that did them apart.
She did not know what to think of the situation. An hour had passed and she could not react properly. She was numbly completing all the chores and then changed into her nightwear and sat on the bed.
'Mafia, he said.' A shaky breath escaped her.
'That means all the rumours are true. Oh my god, that is messed up.' She ran her hands on her face and dragged them to her head.
