Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

She seemed to see Fisk's gaze and immediately glanced over here with her eyes slightly tilted.

"clatter!"

"Well!"

The shoes were taken off.

The sudden chill on her feet made Sister Maria hum softly.

Fisk quickly looked away.

She put the high heels back into the box.

His eyes subconsciously glanced at the slender feet in front of him.

Sister Maria's feet are thin but fleshy, her skin is fair, and her feet are tightly wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. The two colors are intertwined, making the color of the instep more eye-catching and as smooth as jade. The short-soled stockings make the whole foot look slender and small, with the instep raised, like a hand-held ornament, making people just want to pinch it in their hands and play with it constantly.

Through a thin layer of socks.

Slowly straightening out the socks and skin, Fisk was finally able to clearly see the faint bone marks underneath.

Especially at this moment, Fisk was half squatting on the ground.

This meant that he only had to lower his head slightly.

You can see an extremely eye-catching semicircular arc on the sole of her foot.

This arc continues to spread upward until it reaches the tip of the big toe, where it slightly converges inward.

The fingers are tightly clenched and the five toes are tightly arranged together.

Fisk's eyes flickered slightly. Although his mind was filled with the urge to pick up her feet and play with them, his reason still allowed him to maintain a normal expression and stop thinking about those relatively dirty thoughts in his mind.

Taking the flat shoes, he slowly put them into the flat shoes.

hiss!

A bit small.

"Sister Maria, I need to use some force, otherwise the shoe won't fit in..." Fisk said this without giving Sister Maria any time to react. He ran his hand down her leg, deeply sniffing the light fragrance coming from her jade-like smooth soles, and forcefully stuffed his feet in.

Sister Maria's cheeks were slightly red, her lower lip was bitten tightly, and her eyes were filled with shame.

"beep!"

When the soles of my feet were stuffed into the flat shoes, there was a dull sound.

Fisk picked up another paw.

But it was not until I took off my shoes that I realized that the short stockings had been pulled.

"The stockings are broken! Sister Maria."

"fine!"

"Let me help you change a pair!"

He quickly brought new socks from the back.

Fisk quickly took off the socks on Sister Maria's feet.

His palm slowly rubbed from the toes to the instep, with the base of his palm resting on the arch of her foot.

He took out the socks, put them on slowly, and gently stroked the soles of the feet. Sister Maria couldn't help but arch her feet and curl her toes slightly, making the natural curves of her calves and feet almost a straight line.

Even the stockings slowly wrapped around the entire sole of the foot.

The white skeleton and light green veins are still clearly reflected on the jade-like instep, and a faint fragrance fills the nose.

"Well!"

"Get dressed!"

Fisk put his feet into his flat shoes, put his high heels into the box, and sat back in the passenger seat.

"Sister Maria, we are ready to go.

If you don’t leave now, you’ll be late.”

Sister Maria drooped her eyelids shyly, her face red, looking like a ripe apple.

"Ok!"

She said softly, stepped on the accelerator, and quickly left Hell's Kitchen.

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The car drove out quickly.

The car speed is getting faster and faster.

The temperature in the air is also rising slowly.

Until we drove a long way away.

Sister Maria seemed to remember something and turned on the air conditioner in the car.

Cool air blew out from the air vent.

Sister Maria's complexion slowly returned to normal.

"Little Fisk, what are you going to do?"

Fisk smiled and said, "Nothing."

"Hmm? You don't want it?"

"Have you changed your plans?

fair enough.

Your plan is dangerous and deadly."

"Sister Maria!" Fisk interrupted her, smiled and shook his head, "Sorry, Sister Maria, I am not prepared to change my plan!"

"Ok?"

Fisk's eyes became serious and earnest. "My plan has not changed. I will still take over the entire Hell's Kitchen in a short time and drive out the Irish. There is no doubt about it.

But I won’t do anything today!

Do you know why?

Sister Maria?"

Fisk's eyes were like electricity, and he said in a low voice: "Because I can't put you in danger.

So, no matter what happens today, I will not take any action.

I must ensure your safety as my top priority, and everything else can be put aside."

Maria didn't say anything, but at this moment, the smile in the corner of her eyes could not be concealed at all.

The car left Brooklyn.

And walked out of the city.

Norma Serardo Rudolph

The place where they live is a large manor.

Away from the city, close to the suburbs.

However, there are three or four building complexes in the manor with almost the same decoration area.

The scale of these buildings is very large.

There were hundreds of laborers and maids working there.

They are responsible for maintaining the daily life of this huge estate.

Norma Serardo Rudolph lived in such a large estate.

The estate is really too big.

No one knew exactly where he lived.

This caused many people who wanted to assassinate him to return empty-handed.

However, today, this is an everyday peaceful manor.

At this moment it seems particularly lively.

Because there is an impromptu rally today.

All gang and organization leaders who surrendered to the rule of the Italian Mafia were required to come here to meet Norma Serardo Rodolfo.

It’s just like the ancient emperor summoning his subjects.

Bloodthirsty Maria is naturally one of them.

There is only one purpose for the gathering.

That is - establish authority!

(Give me some money, I don’t want any, don’t give me any!)

Chapter 38 There really are vampires! And they are female.

"arms!"

"Does a thermos cup count as a weapon?"

Fisk raised the silver thermos in his hand, which contained an icy cola that he had just gotten from a KFC he passed by.

The Italian in charge of the search narrowed his eyes.

He reached out to take the cup, took a look at it, put it to his nose to smell it, then closed it again and returned it, "Sorry, this thing can't go in either. There are plenty of things here that can fill you up."

Fisk shrugged and put the thermos in his hand back into the box.

In comparison, Fisker came with nothing, basically nothing with him, just a thermos cup.

Sister Maria had a lot of things with her.

In addition to the standard cross and a palm-sized handwritten Bible, there were three pistols, a grenade and two sharp daggers, almost completely filling up the small box that the Italian gave her.