The Mafia Wife Disaster

Chapter 2

Living with Killian King was confusing.

Terrifying.

And deeply unfair for Kasia’s poor heart.

Because how was she supposed to survive when her mafia husband looked like that every morning?

Kasia stood frozen near the dining table, holding a glass of orange juice while staring at Killian across the room.

Black shirt.

Rolled-up sleeves.

Messy dark hair.

Tattooed fingers adjusting his expensive watch.

And that dangerous face looking like he walked straight out of an Italian crime movie.

Meanwhile—

He was calmly feeding strawberries to her pet rabbit.

Kasia blinked.

The giant underground mafia king looked down at the fluffy white rabbit sitting in his lap.

“Eat properly.”

The rabbit ignored him.

Killian narrowed his eyes.

“I own half of Italy.”

The rabbit continued chewing lettuce.

Kasia accidentally laughed.

A real laugh.

Soft and musical.

Killian immediately looked toward her.

And just like that—

The coldest man in Italy forgot the entire business call happening in his earpiece.

Every guard around the room noticed it.

Their boss.

The feared Devil King.

Staring at his wife like she personally invented happiness.

Kasia quickly stopped laughing and looked away awkwardly.

“Sorry…”

Killian leaned back in his chair.

“Do it again.”

“What?”

“Laugh.”

Her cheeks turned pink instantly.

“You’re weird.”

“And you’re cute.”

The spoon slipped from her hand.

One of the guards silently walked out of the dining room because he physically could not watch this anymore.

Italy was beautiful.

Kasia discovered that slowly.

The mornings smelled like coffee and rain.

The evenings glowed golden beside the sea.

And Killian—

Despite being terrifying—

Never forced her into his world.

He let her paint.

Dance.

Sing around the mansion.

Even when the guards looked confused watching their boss’s wife spinning barefoot through the hallway while old Bollywood music played loudly.

One afternoon, Kasia sat in the garden painting sunflowers peacefully.

She dipped her brush into yellow paint carefully.

“You missed a spot.”

She jumped.

“Jesus Christ!”

Killian stood behind her holding two coffees.

“How do you walk so silently?!”

“I kill people for a living.”

Kasia stared at him.

Killian calmly handed her coffee.

“…That is not comforting.”

He sat beside her anyway.

For several quiet minutes, he simply watched her paint.

Not judging.

Not interrupting.

Just watching her with soft eyes that nobody else in the world ever saw.

Kasia finally looked at him carefully.

“You really like watching me paint.”

“I really like watching you breathe.”

Her entire soul left her body.

“What kind of line was that?!”

“The truth.”

“That was illegal.”

Killian’s lips twitched slightly.

Kasia pointed at him dramatically.

“There! You smiled again!”

“You notice?”

“Because it’s rare! Like solar eclipse rare!”

Killian looked at her for a long moment.

Then quietly—

“You make me want to smile.”

Kasia immediately grabbed her paint palette and hid her burning face behind it.

This man was dangerous.

Not because of guns.

Not because of mafia power.

But because every sweet thing he said reached directly into her chest.

And he didn’t even realize it.

Unfortunately…

Peace never lasted long around Killian King.

That evening, the mansion atmosphere suddenly changed.

Guards rushed through the hallways.

Phones rang nonstop.

The air turned tense.

Kasia slowly came downstairs wearing her soft pink pajamas.

“What happened?”

Nobody answered.

Which made her panic more.

Then she saw Killian entering the hall.

His face looked colder than usual.

Deadly calm.

The kind of calm that frightened people more than anger.

Blood stained his knuckles.

Kasia froze.

“…Killian?”

Every guard instantly lowered their heads respectfully.

Killian looked at her.

And immediately—

His expression softened.

Like darkness itself stepped back for her.

He walked toward her slowly.

“You should be sleeping.”

Kasia ignored that completely.

“You’re bleeding!”

“It’s not mine.”

THAT DID NOT HELP.

She dragged him toward the sofa before anyone could stop her.

The guards watched silently in horror.

Nobody.

Absolutely nobody—

Dragged Killian King anywhere.

Yet here he was.

Following his tiny wife obediently.

Kasia disappeared for a moment before returning with a first-aid box.

Killian sighed quietly.

“It’s unnecessary.”

“Be quiet.”

The entire room went silent.

One guard looked ready to pray for her soul.

But Killian simply sat there while Kasia cleaned the cuts on his hand carefully.

Her fingers were gentle.

Warm.

Soft enough to calm the storm inside him.

“You need to stop getting hurt,” she whispered.

Killian watched her quietly.

For years, blood never bothered him.

Pain never mattered.

Violence was normal.

But now—

One worried look from her made him hate every wound on his body.

Kasia suddenly noticed the guards staring.

“…Why is everyone looking at me like I committed a crime?”

One old bodyguard answered carefully.

“Because, Madam… nobody tells Boss to ‘be quiet.’”

Kasia slowly looked toward Killian.

“…Should I run?”

Killian pulled her lightly closer by the wrist.

“No.”

His gray eyes locked onto hers.

“You stay with me.”

Her heart betrayed her again.

Stupid heart.

Later that night—

Kasia couldn’t sleep.

Rain tapped softly against the giant bedroom windows while distant thunder echoed outside.

She turned slightly on the bed.

Killian wasn’t beside her.

Instantly worried, she got up quietly.

After walking downstairs—

She found him alone in his office.

Dark room.

Dim lamp.

Gun on the table.

Files spread everywhere.

And Killian sitting silently with exhaustion in his eyes.

For the first time—

He didn’t look dangerous.

He looked tired.

Lonely.

Kasia’s chest tightened.

She slowly walked inside.

Killian looked up immediately.

“What are you doing awake?”

“I should ask you the same thing.”

He leaned back tiredly.

“Work.”

Kasia walked closer carefully before placing a warm mug of coffee near him.

Then—

Without thinking too much—

She gently touched his hair.

Killian froze.

Completely froze.

Kasia smiled softly.

“You look stressed.”

No one touched Killian King casually.

Ever.

Men feared him.

Enemies hunted him.

The world treated him like a weapon.

But this girl—

This sweet Indian artist—

Touched him like he was human.

Killian slowly held her wrist.

Not to stop her.

Just to keep her there longer.

His voice became quieter.

“You’re not scared of me anymore.”

Kasia looked at him honestly.

“A little.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“A little?”

“You still look like you could murder someone with a spoon.”

“…Fair.”

She laughed softly again.

And God—

Killian would have destroyed kingdoms just to keep hearing that sound.

Kasia gently squeezed his hand.

“You should sleep.”

Killian stared at her for several silent seconds before pulling her carefully into his lap.

Kasia gasped.

“K-Killian!”

“You smell like paint and vanilla.”

“That is not an answer.”

He buried his face lightly near her neck.

For the first time in years—

The Devil of Italy sounded peaceful.

“Stay.”

And she did.

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