Chapter 48

Easier said than fucking done?

By 9 PM, when the Mafia boss was damn tired of different scenarios of his wife fucking different men playing in his head, he marched into his penthouse, tension rippling through his muscles.

"Monsieur, it's good to see you..." Jannette started in that ever cheerful voice, but he wasn't in the mood for it.

Barely muttering a curt word of response, he marched upstairs