Delivering Condoms for My Mafia Husband Again

His 28th mistress was special.

She didn’t want his money or name. She didn’t even want him.

And my husband, Luca Noir, was obsessed.

He pursued her for two years, and I raised hell for two years.

When that girl finally agreed to give herself to him, he was as giddy as a teenage boy.

“Stella, Sophia is my last woman. Believe me, in less than six months, I'll get tired of her and come back home. After that, I'll be yours and yours alone.”

I just nodded. “Okay.”

He smirked, stroking my cheek as he headed for the door.

“You look so pathetic, darling. You know what? Go have some fun. Find a boy toy. I promise I won’t get jealous.”

Each time, he would watch with cold composure as I professed my undying loyalty, proclaiming I would live or die for him.

Then he would leave without a second thought, rushing off to another woman.

But this time, he was wrong.

I picked up my phone.

On the other end, a desperate voice pleaded, “Marry me. Please.”

I smiled. “Okay.”

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1

After hanging up, I went to the black market and bought twenty white dresses.

I had my men package them and send them to the Moon Bay estate.

I gave specific instructions that Luca Noir must sign for them personally.

Just as I left the black market, Luca Noir's call came in.

His voice was heavy, his breathing ragged.

“Honey, send two boxes of condoms to Moon Bay. I didn't bring enough.

I froze.

The pain was sudden and excruciating, like anesthesia wearing off, ripping through me without warning.

I curled my cold fingers, listening to Luca Noir's anxious urging.

“Hurry up! I'm about to lose my mind. Sophia won't let me touch her without them. And no ribbed ones, Sophia doesn't like the texture.”

I leaned against the wall, suppressing the tremor in my voice. “Alright.”

By the time I arrived at Moon Bay, Luca Noir was standing at the door, a silk robe thrown carelessly over his bare chest.

He snatched the box from my hands.

But he didn't let me leave. Instead, he ordered me around as if I were a servant.

“Sophia will be exhausted when we're done. Stay and make her some of our family's meat sauce pasta to help her recover.”

Fearing I would cause a scene, he quickly added, “Wait for me. I have a surprise for you.”

Before I could say a word, he charged into the bedroom like a man starved.

He was in such a hurry he forgot to close the door.

The woman's gasps carried a defiant pride.

“We had a deal. You found a doctor to save my father, so I agreed to let you touch me twenty times a month. This is a fair trade. A deal's a deal.”

“I'm not one of your little pets, and I have no interest in meddling in another woman's family. Tell your wife to stop bothering me.”

Luca Noir's voice softened into a placating coo.

“Alright, alright, my little treasure, my sweetheart. Whatever you say, goes. I'll listen to you.”

“If anyone dares to bother you again, I'll make them disappear from Chicago.”

I no longer had the strength to even twitch my lips. I walked into the kitchen and began preparing the sauce.

Two hours later, the sounds from the bedroom grew even more intense.

I put down the ladle, not waiting for his surprise, and turned to leave.

I casually took out my phone and sent a message to a familiar number. “We'll have the wedding ceremony in a month.”