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I lifted my free arm and slapped Benvolio’s face so hard it knocked him off balance. He stepped back and his hold loosened. Tears burned my eyes, and I took off running to the house. I heard Lucia shout Benvolio’s name. She was angry but I took no satisfaction in the fact she would have harsh words with her son.
Upstairs, I locked the bedroom door. It was the room I'd been given when I first arrived. I struggled to free myself from the dress, ripping at the back and sending buttons bouncing across the floor as they were torn free.
A knock sounded but I took no notice as I finished ridding myself of the gown.
“Open the door, Nikita.”
He had to be insane if he thought I'd open the door and expose myself to more of his cruel words.
“Fuck the hell off!” I screamed.
There was an almighty bang, and the door flew back on the hinges, hitting the wall.
Benvolio loomed in the doorway, looking me over. Dressed in only a white lacy g-string, lace-topped white stockings, and high heels, I felt exposed to the bastard. I hadn’t bothered with a bra as cups were sewn into the dress.
“Get out!” I screamed while heading to grab a robe from the back of the ensuite door.
Benvolio was on me in less than a handful of strides and I found myself pushed up against a wall with his hand firmly wrapped around my throat. He bent his knees to bring our eyes level.
“I warned you to behave and not embarrass me during the wedding. How dare you slap my face.”
“So you were free to humiliate me, and I was supposed to sit like some weak arse bitch and keep my mouth shut?”
“I am your husband, the head of the family you now belong to, and you are to obey me without question.”
“Not fucking likely. I’m leaving.”
Benvolio tightened his grip on my throat, and I steeled myself not to show fear.
“You are going nowhere unless I give you permission.”
“Take your fucking hand off me.”
“Let her go, Benvolio,” Lucia ordered.
Benvolio didn’t drop his hand or turn to face his mother.
“Go away, Mother. Nikita is my wife, and you have no say in anything I decide where she is concerned.”
“I do.”
Benvolio stiffened at the sound of his father speaking.
“Release Nikita immediately and leave,” Enzo ordered.
“This isn’t over,” Benvolio warned.
He dropped his hand and left the room with his father while I massaged the stinging skin of my neck.
“Robe?” Lucia asked.
I pointed to the ensuite.
She slipped into my ensuite and when she returned, helped me on with the robe she'd grabbed off the back of the door. With one arm around my waist, she guided me to the bed, and we sat.
“Darling, once again I apologise for my thug of a son. I can honestly say I’ve never seen him like this with a woman before. I cannot understand his hatred for you.”
Tears trickled over my cheeks. “He scares me, Lucia. I’m terrified he’ll snap and injure me badly.”
