Drain My Mafia Husband Dry With His Seven Mistresses Chapter 05
We Leave Together
When I walked into the living room, all seven of them rushed over.
Number Three saw the blood on my face and ran for the first aid kit. The rest crowded around me, furious and frantic.
“This is too far! Before it was just harsh words, now he’s actually hitting you. Unforgivable!”
“This is domestic violence, plain and simple. Please don’t go soft on him.”
The old Dominic was a cheater and a deadbeat, sure. But he had some boundaries. At least he never shorted us on money. For the sake of the lifestyle, everyone was willing to keep the peace, look the other way, get along.
But now, with Mia whispering in his ear, he’d lost his mind completely. Not even pretending to have decency anymore.
I steadied myself and looked at them. “Do you know why Dominic thinks he can do whatever he wants?”
Number Six and Number Seven answered in unison. “Because he’s a piece of shit!”
I shook my head. “Because he’s the sole heir to the Greyson Family.”
Money built the pedestal Dominic stood on. As long as he was on top, he’d never value anything that came easy to him. He’d never understand what love actually meant.
I glanced toward the hallway where he’d disappeared and sighed.
It’s fine. He’d understand soon enough.
I sat on the couch while Number Three cleaned and bandaged my wound.
Mia waltzed in right on schedule.
She stood in the doorway, showing off some new jewelry hanging from her neck, smirking. “Oh, by the way. I had Dom cut off your allowance. A useless parasite like you can just starve on the streets.”
We almost laughed.
This whole estate, and Mia was the only one living off an ‘allowance.’
Every single one of us had our own income streams. Our own empires.
When I didn’t say anything, Mia assumed she’d finally won. She snorted and went off to drag Dominic shopping.
Within the hour, photos and videos started flooding in.
Dominic was swiping his card left and right. Bags, jewelry, a wedding dress, diamond rings. Whatever Mia pointed at, he bought.
Then they checked into the penthouse suite of the city’s best hotel and bought ten boxes of condoms in one go.
Mia, wearing the wedding dress, pointed her phone at the camera. “Too bad for you. Dom just loves me too much. Our wedding is next week. Everything is top of the line. You and that seven bitches can rot alone. You’ll never set foot in the Greyson household again. But hey, if you’re willing to get on your knees and apologize, maybe I’ll be generous enough to toss you some hand-me-downs.”
She panned the camera across the room. Shopping bags everywhere. Proof of her new life.
Well…
What she didn’t know was that the mall they were shopping in belonged to me.
Every dollar Dominic spent on her went straight into my pocket.
Vincent appeared at my side. He bowed and placed the divorce certificate in my hands. “Boss, everything is ready. When would you like to leave?”
Mia had banned the drivers and staff from helping us. She wanted us to struggle.
But Vincent had prepared everything. Eighteen black stretch limos lined up outside. Over a hundred professional security guards ready to escort us.
I checked the time. Rose to my feet.
Every senior Capo in the Greyson empire was already waiting for me at the hilltop estate.
The Seven fell in line behind me.
Number Two, seething. “After what he did to you today, we need to make him pay.”
Number Eight, wiping tears along with the others. “Mia’s going to make our lives hell once you’re gone. I’d rather leave with my head held high than get kicked out like a dog. Let’s go together!”
I looked at the chattering group behind me and waved my hand. “Fine. Let’s all go then.”
This was it. No turning back.
I turned to Vincent. “I have one last thing to ask of you. I can’t bring you with me, so… I need you to stay. Pass a message along for me. Keep an eye on Dominic. I don’t care if he drops dead in Mia’s bed or picks up a Number Ten and Eleven. Just make sure he never shows his face in front of us again.”
Vincent nodded. He stood at the gate and watched as I led the Seven into the waiting cars.
The convoy pulled out.
Eighteen limos, one after another, disappearing into the night.
I leaned back against the leather seat and closed my eyes.
After tonight, the most powerful name in this city would no longer be Greyson.
The mess he made? That was for Dominic and his precious Mia to clean up.