“You’re not going anywhere, get that through your thick skull. You belong to me; you’re carrying my seed. I’ll kill you before I let you go.” I brought her off before spilling inside her just to piss her off.
Chapter 14
Every night I held her close no matter how she struggled. I left her to her own thoughts during the day. I’d told her about her dad and his part in all this, but she seemed not to want to believe me. That was her prerogative, besides I was getting more shit done these days since she’d decided she hated me.
Before I was in her, or on her, every other second, that was no way to run an organization. This way I got the best of both worlds, I escaped her waspish tongue during the day, while I left her locked in our room. And then at night I used her body, to own her. I must admit to missing the days when she was all mine and there was no anger between us, but I was glad the shit was finally out in the open.
“Natalia, get down from there before you hurt yourself and the baby.” I opened the door to find her climbing up on a chair in the closet. She jumped down and I almost had a heart attack. “I hope I do, I don’t want this thing in me.”
“What did you…?” I walked across the room and grabbed her face with one hand. “Too far, you went too fucking far.” You do anything to hurt my kid it’ll be the last fucking thing you ever do.” She finally came to her fucking senses it seemed, because her eyes widened and she swallowed hard.
“Yeah you’re finally getting it. I’ve put up with your shit long enough. Now I explained the situation to you, nothing changes. We’re staying together whether you fucking like it or not. It’s up to you how that plays out.
You can be a wife and mother and live here happily with me, or you can make this shit harder on yourself and stay locked in this fucking room for the rest of your life. Either way, I win, and if you ever try to hurt my child, there will be no place in hell that you can hide.”
I pushed her away from me and dropped the folder I’d brought up with me on the bed, before leaving the room.
Two hours later she was in the doorway of the study watching me. I kept my head in the paper I was pretending to read. She walked farther into the room and stood in front of my desk.
“You got something to say to me?”
“I wouldn’t have hurt the baby. I was trying to find one of the journals you gave me.”
I didn’t answer her, or even acknowledge her; just waited for her to say whatever it was that she’d com down here to say.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. My dad was…he was my dad. The things in here, that’s not the person I knew.” She placed the folder on top of the desk and folded her arms.
“I’m sorry for what he did to your family; but I don’t know how I can live with you, knowing that you…”
“That’s not a decision you have to make. I thought I made this shit clear. Whether or not you’re staying here isn’t up for debate. The question is in what capacity you choose to live here. As a prisoner, or as a wife.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“It is that fucking easy. Your old man was a piece a shit, get over it; he had a hand in killing my grandfather and I’ll kill the fuck if I had to do it all over again. I had a choice, kill you, or marry you. And believe me if I’d thought of letting you go, my dad or one of my brothers would’ve had you taken out.
I didn’t give you that folder to change your mind about him; I gave it to you because this bullshit ends today. After today you won’t be shut away in our room, you’re going to be my fucking wife whether you like it or not. Get use to it.”
She started breathing harder, like she’d run a marathon or some fuck and I knew she was about to start her shit. ‘I’ll be careful if I were you Natalia, I’m not doing this shit with you again.” I finally looked at her as she deflated.
“If you want to pretend the last few months didn’t happen, or that they meant nothing to you, that’s on you. But your old man will not take anything else from me. You can continue to fight me if you want, the end result will still be the same. I love you, you love me and your dad has nothing to do with us.”
“How can you say that?”
“I can say it because it’s the truth. I don’t need you to forgive me for what I’ve done, but you will calm the fuck down.” She marched out of the room and I let her go. I was getting tired of the shit. Maybe I was being too hard on he, but what other choice did I have? We had to find a happy medium because I wasn’t giving her up and she couldn’t let go of her anger.
For the next few days I let her roam around the house, ignoring me. But at night it was the same story. As soon as I reached for her she lit the fuck up. I used those hours loving her, not rutting like a beast the way I had when she’d first started pissing me off. But with tender touches and long deep kisses.
I was breaking her down bit by bit, keeping her in a constant state of confusion. She didn’t know how to hold onto her anger when I kept being kind to her. Like the day I went out and bought her some sparkly shit. Or when I rubbed her back because I knew my kid was making her a little uncomfortable, just before making love to her.
Now I have one last trick up my sleeve.
“Go ahead Natalia pull the trigger.” She didn’t think I knew she was standing behind me, as I stood at the sink. I’d purposely left my gun on the nightstand before coming down to make breakfast.
I didn’t turn around to see what move she’d make, just continued doing what I was doing. It was the longest fucking two minutes of my life. When I heard the thud of the gun hitting the floor, I closed my eyes in a silent bow of thanks. Then she crumbled to the floor in tears, that’s when I went to her.
“I’ve got you.” I pulled her into my lap and let her cry it out on my chest. She cried until she had nothing left, her arms wrapped tightly around me. “I love you Natalia, always.” That made her cry harder, women.
Epilogue
It’s been two years, years of ups and downs, but more up than down. Every once in a while she’d have a bad day and I’d leave her alone, until she was ready to come back to me. I never tried forcing her to see my side; she knew the truth.
But I made up for it as best I could. In fact, we hadn’t had a real argument since the day our son was born and she wanted to name him after her dad. I told her she was out of her fucking mind; the kid was named after my grandpa.
Now the two of them run my life and I wasn’t expecting anything less from the daughter she was carrying. “Babe, you sure we should be doing this?” She is as big as the house, and due any day, but she wanted to fuck. Who am I to argue? Except, I’m afraid of hurting her. “It’s fine I promise now move your ass Gianni.”
She’s got a smartass mouth on her too. I ran my hands over the large mound of her stomach as she rode my cock up and down. Looking up into her eyes, I saw the same heat there as in the beginning.
Sitting up beneath her, I took her lips in a kiss as I held her as close as my child would let me. “I love you Gianni.” I never got tired of hearing that, never will.
THE END
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