I slowly cut my steak and take a bite. I have to pause to take in the flavor. It’s exquisite. I start eating quicker, and by the time Dominic is finished with his small portion, I’ve already finished my large one.
Dominic looks at my plate and raises a brow.
“Looks like someone can put down a lot. You’ll be gaining weight in no time,” he muses.
I scoff.
“Did you just call me fat?” I’m beyond disbelief.
How dare he!
“No. You’re far too skinny. I’m saying eating here will fatten you up. I’ll make sure you get appropriate servings.” The smile on his face insults me further.
“First, I’m fat, now I’m far too skinny. Make up your damn mind!” I’m bellowing at this point, but it’s well deserved.
Someone chooses to walk in at this moment. A woman brings dessert to the table. I can’t help but glance down. The crème brulé looks really good, but now, because of this fucker, I can’t eat it.
“Go on. I won’t judge you for wolfing it down like you did dinner.” Dominic chuckles and picks up his fork. The woman’s eyes widen, and she scurries out of the room.
“I swear to God, Dominic, if you say one more thing, I’m going to lose it!” I’m practically shaking at this point.
“I have no idea what has you so angry, little doll. The steaks were delicious, and so is dessert. We all know you can eat, so go for it.” He gestures towards my dessert then takes another bite of his.
“What did you just call me?” I’m gripping my knife so hard my knuckles are white.
“Doll. Because you looked like a porcelain doll when we first met.” He smirks, clearly enjoying my anger. “But maybe‘brat’would be more accurate in this situation. Or would you respond to‘wife?’”
“You motherfucking mudak!” My vision reddens. My hands shake. I’m breathing heavily.
“Now, now. None of that,wife. Be a good girl and eat, brat. Woof woof.” He throws his head back and laughs.
With a roar, I raise my hand currently gripping my steak knife and thrust it down onto his leg. It slices into his thigh like butter.
To my surprise and annoyance, he only lets out a small curse.
He looks down at the knife hilt sticking out of his thigh in disbelief. Then back at me.
“You crazy woman.” He grins as he says it, then laughs again.
I stare in horror,and a little pride, at what I’ve done.
I just stabbed my husband.
The head of the Syndicate.
In his house.
Filled with Syndicate soldiers.
I’m fucking dead.
I look at the door, not knowing what to do. I contemplate leaving, just to get away, but that seems cowardice. But do I need to find someone to help?
“No, no. You’re going to sit right here and watch what you’ve done,” Domonic commands.
I roll my eyes.
“I’ll do as I damn well please. You had it coming.” I look down at his thigh one last time and smirk. “You’re a big boy. You can handle this yourself.”
