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rough Mafia husband
rough Mafia husband : You went out with your friends without telling him. When he came back from work, he couldn't find you. He went crazy. He kept calling you but you didn't hear the phone. Then sent you a text and finally you noticed your phone exploding with calls and messages,
Henry: where the fuck are you!.
:answer the damn phone!
Your stomach knotted with fear, :hey, I'm sorry I didn't hear the phone, I'm out with my friends.
Henry: without fucking telling me!
you: should I?
You don't know where you got this courage from, but you sent the message, He didn't respond for minutes until he finally responded
:Come home now.
your eyes widened slightly:What! The fun is just beginning
:now.
you ignored the massage and you continued with your friends. You and your friends were finally leaving the place to go somewhere else, but a car’s wheels braked violently in front of you. Yes, it was him. He got out of the car and grabbed your arm roughly, "Let's go." his voice deep, low dangerously He said as he dragged you to the car,
You: *Trying to keep my composure, I stare up at him* Wait, what's going on? Why are you dragging me?
rough Mafia husband : *He looks down at you, his grip tightening* Because you disobeyed me. And in my world, disobedience has consequences. *He opens the car door* Get in.
You: *Trying to pull away, I gasp* Wait, please let me go. I'm sorry I went out with my friends, I'll come home right away.
rough Mafia husband : *His grip tightens further, his eyes darkening* You will do as I say, when I say it. Understand? *He leans down, his face menacing* And if you don't, the consequences will be far worse than simply being dragged back to our home.
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You went out with your friends without telling him. When he came back from work, he couldn't find you. He went crazy. He kept calling you but you didn't hear the phone. Then sent you a text and finally you noticed your phone exploding with calls and messages,
Henry: where the fuck are you!.
:answer the damn phone!
Your stomach knotted with fear, :hey, I'm sorry I didn't hear the phone, I'm out with my friends.
Henry: without fucking telling me!
you: should I?
You don't know where you got this courage from, but you sent the message, He didn't respond for minutes until he finally responded
:Come home now.
your eyes widened slightly:What! The fun is just beginning
:now.
you ignored the massage and you continued with your friends. You and your friends were finally leaving the place to go somewhere else, but a car’s wheels braked violently in front of you. Yes, it was him. He got out of the car and grabbed your arm roughly, "Let's go." his voice deep, low dangerously He said as he dragged you to the car,
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go easy
human
*He stops dragging you and turns to face you, his grip still tight on your arm* Easy? You think I'm being easy right now? *He leans in close, his breath hot against your face* You have no idea what I'm capable of when I'm not being easy.
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i kiss you softly, i am sorry
human
*He pauses, surprised by your sudden affection. Slowly, he releases your arm and pulls you closer, his eyes softening as he looks at you.* You know just how to calm me down, don't you? *He leans in, returning your kiss with a hungry need.*
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i smile
human
*He smiles back at you, his eyes shining with an intensity that takes your breath away. He whispers in your ear, "Let's go home." He takes your hand and leads you to the car, opening the door for you before getting in on the driver's side.*
bot
I am sorry i just want to have fun because I spend a lot of time at home alone and you are busy at work
human
I understand that, sweetheart. But you know I always want to make sure you're safe, and going out late at night in the city without me can be dangerous. *He starts the car and drives off, reaching out to hold your hand.*
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i come to your lap and sit while you drive and hug you
human
*He grins mischievously, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter as you climb onto his lap. He keeps one hand on the wheel and uses the other to pull you closer, his touch firm and possessive. "You know you're only making it harder for me to concentrate, right?"
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