SAMANTHA

My gaze swept overthe beautiful brown faces on the oversized monitor. I couldn't get over how much our group had grown. Not to mention the drama that occurred last year at the Magarelli family cookout. There were still dangerous loose ends that had to be handled. Sierra and the other mob wives were tired of the extra layer of security. The girls trip was our time. If anyone fucked with us on this trip they'd die at our hands.

"Good afternoon ladies," I yelled, smiling from ear to ear.

Everyone unmuted themselves at the same time. "Hello Samantha!"

"So many new wives are with us for this glorious trip. I don't know about you, but I need this trip. Being a mommy and a wife can be daunting at times."

I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.

Silence fell over the call and shocked faces stared back at me.

"But we're meeting our husbands in Fiji."

Sierra's brows lowered. "Samantha, is everything all right?"

"Yes. Honestly, I need a break. One day without delivering packages would be nice."

Sierra's mouth dropped open this time. "But you live for the packages."

I nodded. "Normally, I do. But recently the AWs' had too many undeliverables." I peeked at the tall ceiling.

My eyes fell back over the screen. "I might be intoxicated by the time I reach the east coast."

Buzz, buzz. I glanced at my phone.

Sierra: What's with the green screen?

There was a tropic themed green screen behind me. No one else questioned the palm trees and sandy beach because they probably thought it fit perfectly with the girls trip. But not my friend Sierra. She knew something was off.

Me: What? Nothing...

Sierra: Liar. You're up to something.

Me: I will fill you in tomorrow.

Sierra: Ok.

Ryah asked with wide eyes. "It's about the new scandal isn't it?"

A weak smile teetered on my lips. "The scandal plays a part," I replied.

"Samantha, do you think it's true?" Emoni followed.

"Sometimes in this life you don't know who to believe," I sighed.

Some dumb fucker was trying to blackmail Jacob and me. My husband was beyond upset.

If someone had told me my life would've been filled with lies and the constant feeling of someone following me I would've said no way.

He sank into the seat at a distance, bent down, grabbed my bare feet and placed them into his lap. He sat at an angle so that my body wasn't turned away from the screen. The snarl on my husband's face lately had become almost permanent.

"Scandal often accompanies the Hollywood life," I stated.

"We know how you feel," Lexis said.

"The scandal that plagued us still lingers in the background." Lexis shook her head.

"Lexis, that's exactly why it's time to turn all the way up." I threw my hands in the air.

The girls went wild. It brought joy to my heart seeing the joy on their faces.

I placed up a hand.

"Everyone introduce yourself one last time. Sierra, we'll start with you and the MW's."

She smiled and waved looking radiant as ever. Her big brown coils dangled over her shoulders.

"I'm Sierra Magarelli, Donna and MW.

"I'll go next. Dr. Nadine Magarelli here. I'm a doctor, fixer, and my title is MW."

We abbreviated our titles for Assassin Wives and Mob Wives. You could never be too careful.

"My name is Emoni Esposito. I'm a Donna and MW."

"Lexis Esposito is here. Ready to turn up. For those who don't know my husband holds me and our children captive in a castle on an island in Jersey. Also I'm a Donna and MW."

"You're in for a wild ride Lexis," Sierra laughed.

The girls that had been on the previous trip nodded.

"My name is Dr. Carmen Magarelli. I'm a scientist, master chemist, and MW. Oh, one more thing. You will see my husband during the girls trip."

Mouths dropped open across the screen.

"I didn't mention it on the other calls. Figured I'd wait until the day before. My husband Dominic doesn't like for us to be apart for long periods of time. Not to mention he's obsessed with me. If he senses a man will flirt with me it's over for him. He won't accompany us on the bus. But he will pop up out of nowhere. If we go to the club which I know we will. He'll be there."

Jacob snorted, face palming.

"Whose that?" I heard from the ladies.

I stretched my hand out. "Go ahead. They want to know who's laughing."

He moved closer, picked me up, and placed my ass on his hard dick. Fuck this wasn't the time.

All the killing we've done lately has made my husband very horny. And there was my pesky stalker who my husband couldn't wait to get rid of.

Wide eyes stared back at my husband. Fans reactions to him never got old.

"Sorry ladies, for butting into the call. I was rubbing my wife's feet when I heard Carmen mention Dominic's obsessive behavior."

"I won't apologize for it either," Dominic bit out.

We didn't see his face until Carmen turned her laptop toward the bed.

Dominic waved. "Hello ladies!"

"Hi Dominic," they yelled back.

"Ladies, I promise I'm not the only husband who will watch their wives. Most will just pretend they aren't watching," he chuckled.

Carmen sat the laptop back on the desk.

"I agree with Dominic. The other husbands will show up somewhere along the trip. " Jacob said.

He clapped his hands once. "I am Jacob Latters. I star on a little show called Demons Within."

Emoni squealed. Jacob was one of her favorite TV stars.

Jacob continued. "I am a AH."

The girls brows rose. "What does AH stand for?" Carmen asked.

"Dominic explain," Jacob pushed.

His face appeared over Carmen's shoulder. "So last night we figured we'd come up with acronyms too. If your a MW I'm a MH."

Carmen shook her head in her palm. "Please tell me you won't create a t-shirt."

Dominic smiled. "Ok, I won't tell you." He kissed her cheek, then disappeared out of the frame.

Laughter erupted on the call.

Ryah waved. "Jacob, will you sign a t-shirt for me?"

"Yes, of course. I'll send merch with Samantha."

There was more squealing on the call. All the newbies were starstruck.

Jacob placed my ass back in the seat, then vacated the room.

"My name is Ryah Andrisani. I'm from Philly. I'm a Donna and MW. This is my first ever girls trip. I'm so excited. Oh, yeah, I thought I'd add my husband is a over the top jealous obsessed man. And I feel bad for any man who flirts with me. I need a t-shirt that says ‘don't flirt with me. My husband is crazy."'

The girls laughed.

"We all need that t-shirt," Kennedy said.

"I'll go next. My name is Kennedy DeLuca. I'm a QP and a MW. Samantha will swing by Portland on her private jet. I'll fly to Jersey with her and the AW's."

QP stood for queen pin. We'd explain it to the girls tomorrow.

"Can't wait to see you in person, Kennedy." I smiled.

"Zoey, you're up," I stated.

"Hello, I'm Zoey Asher. I'm married to Jacob's cousin Dr. Brandon Asher III. I'm a East Coast AW. I live in Boston."

"I'm so happy you aren't there by yourself anymore, Zoey," I stated.

"That makes two of us." She grinned.

"My name is Malaysia Daniels. I'm married to Dr. Ethan Daniels. He's Brandon's best friend. I am a AW. I'm Zoey's best friend and I reside in Boston. This is my first girls trip." She peeked over her shoulder. "And I'm in need of getting wild and crazy."

"This is just the trip you need." Zoey laughed.

"Ladies, my name is Aria Mavis. I am married to football quarterback Josh Mavis."

The ladies went nuts on the screen.

"Girl, your husband knows how to through a football," Kennedy shouted.

"He represents the ATL," Lydia blurted out.

"I'm a fan," Sydney yelled.

"Lydia, he sure does," Sydney boasted.

My cousin went crazy. Oh, Lord. This woman and her football.

The girls simmered down.

Aria continued. "I'm a new AW. Samantha is my mentor. And I also can't wait to kickback and have fun."

More cheering erupted.

"Lydia, your turn," I urged.

"Hello, my name is Lydia Gaster. I'm from Atlanta. I'm Sierra's cousin."

"Hey cuz," Sierra beamed.

"Hey girl," Lydia smiled back.

"I live in L.A. My husband Hayden is a Hedge Fund master. He's Sebastian's cousin. I'm a AW. And this is also my first girls trip. Can't wait to meet everyone in person."

The girls welcomed Lydia.

"My name is Sydney Johansen. I'm married to Sebastian Johansen. The software king. I live in Cali, but I'm from the A. Samantha is my cousin and I am one of the original AW's. Our last girls trip was wild. This one will probably be tame. I can't see us getting into any trouble."

Emoni burst into laughter. "That's hilarious, Sydney. Did you forget who the MW's are married to?"

"No. But my cousin does attract trouble. So we'll see if she can leave her black cloud in Cali," Sydney snorted.

"Real cute, Sydney." I waved her off.

"My name is Samantha Latters. I am the original AW. I am also from Atlanta. But I've lived in L.A. for many years. I look forward to partying hard on this girls trip."

The girls danced in their seats with excitement.

"See you tomorrow, ladies!" I yelled.

Everyone said their goodbyes and signed off the call.

I turned off the oversized monitor, and strolled to the door where my socks and black combat boots sat on a small sheet of plastic. After slipping them on I exited the room.

Lydia and Sydney exited two private rooms in the oversized warehouse. They sauntered toward me.

"That was fun." Lydia grinned tugging her bouffant cap lower.

"It was." Sydney smiled.

"Sierra knew I was up to something. Why didn't she question your green screens?" I peeked between Sydney and Lydia.

Sydney arched a brow. "Maybe because you said your life was daunting."

"Shit, you're right," I said as I placed the leather apron over my white wife beater.

"Let's get back to work," I stated.

Widening my hands, I flashed a smile. "Sorry we kept you ladies waiting?"

Lydia ripped the tape off one of the ladies mouths.

"Fuck you. I hate your fucking ass," the woman shrilled.

"Damn, I'd say she's very upset with you Lydia," I laughed.

Lydia straddled the wooden chair in front of the woman. "Awe, are you in your feelings? I don't care. I've told you countless times since you got here my husband never wanted you. It was a front."

Her eyes flicked to Hayden's who sat on a long stainless steel table next to Sebastian and Jacob further back in the large space.

"That's right, Lydia. There's no other woman I want. Women just refuse to accept the truth."

He was speaking of countless times women came on to him. And begged him to fuck them.

"Hayden, they don't want to see it." She stood removing a long sharp rod from our table of torture goodies.

"But I'm here to make her see the light," Lydia stated in a sweet tone.

"Kimber Ann, are you ready to see the light?" Lydia asked.

Our eyes were glued to Lydia and Kimber Ann.

Kimber Ann's wrists and ankles were restrained. She sat in the wooden chair dressed in only a dingy white cotton bra and panties.

"Just kill me you skank whore. All you are is his bed wench. He only married you because he didn"t want another man to have you. Your his property," Kimber Ann snarled.

Lydia took a step back, standing straight up.

Shit, I think her words struck a nerve.

"Because I'm not blonde with blue eyes like you, devil? He could never love me right?"

Kimber Ann cocked her head to the side. The move reminded me of the woman from the ring. It was creepy.

She flashed a bloody grin. "That's exactly right. We are the chosen ones," she sneered.

Oh yeah we ran into a bit of a problem. Hayden and Sebastian were sent to destroy a racist cult right here in California. That whole Get Out situation we ran into on our last girls trip still festered.

Silence fell across the room.

Lydia leaned into Kimber Ann. "Around here we burn racists at the stake," she said with a southern drawl.

Lydia brought the stake over her head then brought it down. The silver rod penetrated Kimber Anns thigh. It went all the way through her flesh, hitting the chair with a loud thud.

A dry cry left Kimber Ann's throat.

The other two torture prisoners winced at the rod sticking out of Kimber Ann's thigh.

"This is the perfect way to get ready for a girls trip," I chuckled as I stalked toward my torture prisoner.

"I agree." Sydney smiled from ear to ear as she moseyed closer to the woman who stood no chance against my cousin.

Lydia looked at me. "Wait a minute. "You said you were tired of undeliverable packages."

Jacob laughed. "She's not tired."

His smiled dropped. "Why did you lie?"

"I wanted to hear how it sounded. See if I believed it."

"And?" Lydia asked.

Holding a blowtorch in hand, I crouched before the woman with gray eyes who fucked my husband. "Naw. Torture and killing are embedded in my DNA. That's what happened when you're turned into a killer at young age. You crave the hunt."

I met the woman's gaze. "I can't wait to kill."

After all Jacob andI had been through, I never thought he'd betray me.

In the beginning I saw Jacob the way everyone else did with starry eyes and unrealistic expectations. He was a movie star and could do no wrong in the eyes of the people. In the beginning we were toxic. When we broke up it was a near death experience. We could barely survive being away from each other. Jacob and I had the best make up sex ever. I digress.

Through the years women have kissed my husband, kidnapped me so they could have my husband, and have begged him to sleep with them. He was always faithful to me. That was because Jacob was truly head over heels in love with me.

Our marriage was questioned on every gossip rag daily. What did he see in me? Who was he seeing on the side? They linked him with every female costar he ever had. My husband brought me with him on location for every movie he'd ever filmed. That was how deeply he loved me.

So imagine my surprise when I caught him fucking the bitch sitting before me.

As a favor to a Hollywood friend, he hired Kylie Lucas. She was the illegitimate child of Hollywood legend Jim Lucas. He wanted to make her happy. Or as happy as he could without pissing his wife off. She didn't want him to have a relationship with Kylie. Red flag number one of many.

The second Jacob told me about this favor he agreed to do for his friend I knew it was a bad idea. So I ignored the fact that she was a twenty-one year old, blonde haired, blue eyed bombshell. Do you think my thirty-six-year-old husband didn't find her attractive? That was like asking a married man if he found Beyonce attractive. Of course he did. So I wasn't naive to think he didn't think she was beautiful.

Deep down I felt like she was truly a test to my marriage. When she accompanied us on movie locations she never held Jacob's gaze. She introduced us to her girlfriend on FaceTime. I'd also seen too many pictures of them kissing. Then I thought maybe I was wrong about her. She didn't show signs of being attracted to Jacob. Even when I watched them together from afar, I never caught one lingering gaze. One time I caught Kylie and her girlfriend in the act in our cabin.

Now that I thought back, wasn't it convenient for Kylie and her girlfriend to lose control and have sex in our cabin. It wasn't like she was sleeping in the cabin. She only worked with Jacob in his office.

So imagine my surprise when I entered my bedroom after a long night at a charity event and found Kylie in bed with my husband.

Her long golden blonde tresses cascaded down her back as she rode my husbands cock like she won a gold medal in dick riding. I felt like I'd choke on air as I watched her fuck him like a motherfucking rock star. Every inch of my body trembled with rage. I thought about reaching into my clutch and removing my Glock to blow her brains out, then his.

"Oh, fuck your cock is glorious. I never thought sex with a man could be this good. I'm so happy you're my first. I watched in horror as her cream spilled down his long thick veiny dick. The dick that was mine. He was hard as rock. Tears blurred my vision as I stood there, feet cemented to the floor.

Natural born killer, come in please. Kill this bitch.

"Come for me, Jacob, I want to have your baby," she hollered out.

I think that was when I came back to my senses. Still clutching my purse in one hand my fingernails on my freehand dug into my palms. Reaching out, I fisted her blonde locks, tugging her off my husbands dick.

Her breasts jiggled as her ass smacked the carpet."Ah," she screamed.

My eyes widened in horror as I met my husbands.

"Fuck, I thought I had more time to ride his cock," she whined.

I removed the Glock from my purse and jammed it against her temple while my eyes moved over my husbands naked muscled frame. His hard cock glistened with her cream and I swear I saw red. My eyes slammed shut as I tried to keep my index finger from pulling the trigger.

Slowly my eyes opened. Jacob mumbled under the gag and wriggled his wrists and ankles against the restraints as he glared at me wide eyed. He was turning a deeper shade of red the longer I stared at him. Standing in my stunning red ball gown with my lush brown curls swept up in a bun I couldn't tear my eyes away from Jacob.

I blinked twice, then untied one of his wrist. Jacob wasted no time, yanking the gag down his neck.

"Samantha, I didn't willingly fuck her. She drugged me," he yelled as he freed his other wrist.

"He's lying," she spat.

"Jacob begged me to tie him up after he took my virginity and taught me how to ride him. He said be a good girl and ride my big cock. How could I refuse Jacob Latters," Kylie purred.

I pointed the gun at his cock. His hands flew in front of his dick, trying to shield his precious jewels.

"Samantha, you know me. I wouldn't do this. She fucking drugged me. Ask Sebastian to check the footage," he begged.

"You won't find shit," Kylie bit out. "My superstar wanted to take my virginity," she stated.

My crazy eyes swung to hers. "I advise you to shut the fuck up. I'm not above blowing half your face off and making you eat your flesh off my carpet. If you don't believe I'll make you do it ask my husband."

"Samantha will do it. You'll be lucky if that's all she makes you do. You fucked the wrong woman's husband. She is a natural born killer. And so am I," he said as he untied his feet.

Jacob reached into the nightstand and placed three fingers on a black box. It beeped, then popped open.

He revealed a Glock and a muzzle. "I have friends who don't kill woman, but I'd say this is a one off. I'll murder you right here and now."

My eyes widened again. "So you'll kill her to shut her up?"

He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair in frustration. "Fuck," he shouted.

"No." Jacob leaned over, aiming the gun at her leg.

"Jacob, don't shoot, baby, please," she cried out.

He squeezed the trigger. The bullet penetrated her leg. Her hands curled around her limb, gushing blood.

Jacob stood, towering over me, as he held my gaze. "I'll stick you in our bunker until my wife's ready to handle you."

He pressed his lips against my hair before walking into the bathroom.

My heart broke for us in that instant.

Kylie's crying brought me back from the memory. "My father's looking for me right now. How many times can Jacob lie about not knowing where I am?"

The children and I had been in Florida for a couple of months. Even though it was proven Kylie drugged my husband it took some time to stop seeing her body bounce up and down on his dick.

I felt soft lips press against my temple. "Are you all right?" He asked clutching my waist.

"Yes, Jacob. I just want to go on this much needed girls trip, then I can have some much needed alone time with my husband."

Jacob clasped my chin between his gloved fingers and crushed my lips. "I love you so much."

"I know," I breathed.

After Jacob stepped away, I returned my attention to the bitch who tried to fuck my husband until he came inside of her. Kylie gave him Viagra. She wanted to get pregnant with his baby.

Slipping the blade along her arm, I devoured her cries. I turned the blowtorch knob and watched the blue and orange flame as I flicked it over her flesh.

"Yes, this what I live for. To murder bitches who can't take a hint. He's my fucking husband," I roared as I ran the flame back and forth along her thigh.

A dark chuckle rumbled in my throat. "Scream bitch, scream," I yelled with her.

"I plan to fillet you like a fucking fish." I smirked.

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