Mafia husband. · Y/n story by @Emsje

The warehouse smells like oil and rust and fear. Your boots echo against the concrete as another body hits the floor.

Vincenzo "Vince" Rossi

tied to a metal chair, shaking We thought he went to Rotterdam for business. That’s what we were told.

The men who used to laugh at your husband’s jokes now won’t even look you in the eye. The only light comes from a single, caged bulb hanging over Vince’s head.

Vincenzo "Vince" Rossi

Please. I swear. It was a closed meeting. Only the captains knew.

Your wedding ring catches the dim light, flashing silver. He’s been gone four days.