The Mafia's Perfect Marriage

“Tell your husband to withdraw the M model, or you will die here,” a man said. Anya looked at the gun over her head, wondering how she got there.

She had been walking down a Wind City street a few hours ago, feeling empty inside.

The cold night made her feel more lonely than usual.

That was the only reason she had even stepped out to get something.

Her expensive diamond wedding ring on her finger had caught the light, attracting Anya’s eyes.

She had looked down on her hands and smiled bitterly, thinking her husband would not be returning for Thanksgiving again, this year.

Before her mind could wander too far, a dark van had appeared out of nowhere and men in black masks jumped out.

She had immediately broken into a run when she saw them, but they were professionals.

They easily grabbed Anya, covering her mouth to make sure she did not scream and took her away, bringing her here.

“Where am I? Who are you?”

Anya asked.

She could smell a bit of iron and hear water from afar, but it was too dark for her to see.

The men pointed a gun at her.

“Stop with the nonsense or I will blow your brains out! Pick up your phone and tell your husband to withdraw the M model!”

M model? Anya did not know what this was, but rightly, she knew very little about her husband’s work.

“Pick it up!”

They dropped her phone on the floor.

Anya picked up the phone in a panic and dialled her husband, Daniel’s number.

As the phone rang, she became nervous.

What would they do to her if Daniel did not withdraw this M model?

She knew Daniel, or better, she did not know him at all because in three years of marriage, she had only seen him five times.

Would he even do anything for her, talk more, withdraw something this important?

Anya doubted it. When the call went through, a female voice sounded on the other side.

“Who is this?”

“Put Daniel on the phone, it’s his wife, Anya,” Anya answered.

The other person went silent for a while before she answered.

“Mr Shaw is busy at the moment, why don’t you leave a message with me?” the woman said.

“I said to put him on the phone! There are people here with a gun on my head because of him. They say I am to tell him to withdraw an M model or something. Put him on the phone!”

Anya basically shouted.

The woman on the other end sneered.

“Mrs. Shaw, whatever is going on, Mr. Shaw has an important announcement to make tonight and is about to go on stage. You are his wife and should understand this, right?” the woman said. “So, you will not give the phone to the owner so my wife can speak to him, that ‘s what you are saying, right?” Anya asked, almost chuckling.

She had met women like this, she probably looked down on her because her husband looked down on her.

“You know this call is recorded, right? If something happens to me, do you want to guess if your response will end up on the Internet and you become a celebrity,” Anya threatened.

“There is no need to exaggerate, Anya!” the woman said and Anya sneered. So, this woman knew her.

“I don’t know who you are, but I am sure this conversation can spin many ways. A mistress? I can see the headlines. Daniel Shaw’s with his Mistress as his wife is kidnapped,” Anya said.

“Tell her, I am sending men for her. End the call,” Anya heard Daniel’s voice say on the other end and paused.

So, he was listening?