I wake up and my head feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. I feel around seeing if I can feel Enzo and ask him for some Tylenol to help with whatever migraine I have. I still when I start to remember that I’m not home. I was at my favorite coffee shop with Lorenzo and Nico. Then I had to use the restroom and told Lorenzo to stay at the table as I would be right back. But Ian was waiting for me in the restroom and drugged me.
I close my eyes, let the tears spill down my face, let the darkness consume me and think of all the memories of what I have become to call my fairytale. My dark fairytale with no happy ever after.
“I love you, Enzo. I’m so sorry,” I whisper into the darkness around me as I wrap my arms myself and bring my knees to my middle.
“Aw, isn’t that cute?” Ian’s dark voice startles me. My eye lids pop open.
My body stiffens, breaths shallow as I try to stay very still.
“You know, I did think you would be a little more excited and happy to see me earlier. Color me surprised at your reaction.” A chair scrape against the floor somewhere in the room and his footsteps walk what seems to be concrete.
I strain my ears to listen to each one as they move closer and closer to where I’m lying. My eyes shift side to side because there is no sound and I start to think that maybe I was about Ian being in this room. I look in the dark, eyes still adjusting, his handreaches out, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and his hot breath glides past my face.
“Let’s get one thing straight, you fat bitch. Your father made me a deal that once we were married, I could sell you to the highest bidder to whoever wanted to fuck a fat ass virgin.”
Holy shit. Enzo was right about this when my father came barging into our home. Enzo made my father believe this by making my father think Enzo would merge families just so Enzo could marry me. Enzo really did save me. He tightens his grip on my hair, my eyes water and if he pulls any harder, it’s going to rip out of my skull. “Don’t get me wrong, babe, you have a beautiful face, nice full tits and a great ass. It’s everything else is a hard pass. But maybe I need to take a turn for myself to see why Enzo Ricci is so obsessed. Maybe you do have a golden fucking pussy.”
Just the thought of this man touching me makes me want to puke. I can feel the bile rising from my stomach up my throat, burning. I must push it down. But the idea of puking all over him does make me smile internally.
“How are you not dead?” I force the words out.
He laughs. “Your husband thought he killed me, obviously. I was close to death. I heard everything laying there on the church altar as you married Enzo.” The anger rolls off his tongue when he says Enzo’s name. “After the circus, I was rushed out of there, barely alive.”
My mind is racing and I’m trying to remember if I saw him move at all when I thought he was dead. But I was too focused of the situation to notice anything else.
“It was a long recovery. And my goal was to take back the wife that was meant for me. Not fucking Enzo Ricci who was never meant to happen. Your father promised you to me. Me!” He yells.
I flinch at the loudness of his voice.
His hand reaches out, gently strokes my face, down my neck, and stops right above my breasts, but he freezes when one of his minions hollers to him. “Hmm, maybe after I fuck you, I could let my men also have a taste. That would be a show. You tied up, begging for all of us to stop, crying as we all fill your holes and send it to your husband.”
The image he painted makes me riddled with anger with him thinking that he can do what he wants to me. Like hell would I ever let him, or any other man touch me besides Enzo. I wish there was light to see his reaction when I collect the saliva in my mouth. I hope my aim is right when I spit into the dark.
“You fucking cunt!” he yells at me, removes his hand on my breasts as it connects with my face. He hits me so hard that I know without a doubt there is going to be a large bruise on my face. His other hand lets go of my hair and I fall back on.
I listen to him storm out of the room, slamming the door behind him and him yelling at his men. I sit there, my fingers shaking. The tears start to form again, and I know that if I let them fall this time, it will sting. And I know I need to be on alert for Ian’s next visit.
I’m going through all the items I have in my office, that pertain to the Di Marco’s trying to piece together how this would have been missed when Angelo comes barging in with his nostrils flaring. “Boss, Joseph thinks he found something.”
I can feel my teeth practically crack in half with how hard I grind my jaw. “Speak. Now.”
He places his phone on my table, presses the speaker icon and Isabella’s voice filters through the room. “My father was dumber than any of us thought but also smart for keeping all of the emails, documents, or anything to cover his own ass with his deals.”
My blood is boiling and I’m barely keeping it together with my wife missing. “Mini Costa, you have three seconds.”
“According to what I have found on dear old dad’s computer, seems that he has been working with the Di Marco’s on their new business adventure.” I hear him clicking around. “My father bitched ever since the wedding how you never held up your end of the deal, he went to Eduardo about it. The emails here mention about a house near the south side of the city, and my guess is that’s where she might be. Not going to lie, if I was trying to hide someone or something, that is what I would do.”
The room feels like it’s spinning, my ears are ringing, and Joseph’s words start to sound muffled with each passing minute.
I blink my eyes, snapping back into reality. “I want a tracker placed on Eduardo’s car because all know that sleazy mother fucker will take us right where we want him to take us. He isalmost if not worse than his son.” I reach behind my waistband of my pants, take my gun out, unclick the chamber open to check it’s full before shutting it closed. “Eduardo is mine. Mine to kill for the final time.”
Neither of them argued because no one is getting in my way to kill Eduardo Di Marco like I did to his son. A sly smile pulled from my lips at the thought of making his death a slow, drawn out and painful where he begs for me to stop. I will never stop until I know he is six feet under the fucking ground.
The ride over to the house where Eduardo led us, I have been watching the screen in the back as Angelo drives and Joseph sits in the front seat. No one makes a sound as we all are on edge. Angelo brings the car to a stop a few car lengths down.
“If I were to guess, since Eduardo likes to have multiple men around him, I would bet about five to eight are inside.” Joseph voice is deep and low.
“I think we start with the back of the house and not the front. We want to––––––”
