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Giovanni
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“You fucking hit her,”I say, directing my deadly stare onto Dante. “You struck my wife so hard, her face is bruised.”
My men are assembled in an obedient, straight line as we conduct another meeting inside my office at my Portofino villa. They’ve been reporting updates on various operations to me. Dante and another soldier by the name of Roberto returned a couple hours ago with Falynn in their possession. After over a month of searching, they had located her in an obscure British village, Bury St. Edmunds.
I expected my wife to arrive in mint condition. Just as I remembered her.
Instead, she was carried in unconscious and bruised. Apparently, Dante had taken the liberty of hitting her in the face.
My wife.
He struck her like a fucking boxer. He tried downplaying it, but the deep purple bruise on her jaw speaks for itself. He hadn’t held back. He’d hit her like any otherstronzooff the damn street.
“Boss, it was an accident,” he stutters, stepping forward from the line. He’s ghost-white, his eyes large and fearful. “She stabbed me and kicked me in the balls. Then she sprayed me in the face with some air freshener. Right in my eyes. Don’t you see how red and irritated they are? I could’ve goneblind!”
“I don’t give a fuck if she scooped your eyeball out with a spoon—you are to NEVER strike my wife at any point in time. Is that fucking understood?” I growl. I spin around and glare at the rest of my men in the room. “That goes for all of you! You are still to treat her respectfully. If I find out any of you are mistreating her in any way, you’ll have me to answer to. She’s a hundred and fifteen fucking pounds. If she struggles, you restrain her. You DO NOT hit her in the face!”
“Yes, Boss. Sorry, Boss. I lost my temper—”
“There is no apology for the offense you have committed, Dante. Make no mistake. You will be an example. You will suffer for what you have done.”
“Boss, please!”
“You have marked up my wife’s beautiful face. Now I will mark you up.Permanently.”
I hold out my hand and one of my men delivers me the carving knife I asked for from the kitchen. I’m going to carve patterns into this fucker’s face for what he’s done. If the urge strikes me, I just may finish him off.
The offense certainly angers me enough. He’d deserve it.
Dante’s agonized screams fill the room. My men watch the horror show live. By the time I’m done with him, his bloodied, rearranged face resembles a Picasso painting.
“Take him to one of the holdover rooms. I’ll play with him some more later,” I say, wiping off blood from my hands on a handkerchief.
Two men step forward and drag a half-unconscious Dante out of the room like a sack of heavy fertilizer.
Time to visit Falynn. She must be awake by now. I make two stops along the way. One to finish washing the blood off my hands. The other to pick up an icepack for her. I enter to the sight of her pushed up into a far corner of the large bed. Her handcuffed arm hangs between her body and the nearby bedpost. Her other arm wraps around the knees she’s pressed against her chest.
Immense guilt pangs me.
My wife looks traumatized. She’s trembling in her cuffs. Fear and anxiety live openly in her gaze. The bruise on her jaw has only deepened.
I approach slowly, my gait as unthreatening as possible. I’m not here to scare her or harm her. I’m here to check on her and ensure she’s okay.
Once close enough, I lower myself onto the side of the bed next to her. She attempts to scoot away. The handcuffs prevent her from going far. I gently bring the icepack to her bruised jaw even as she tries to twist her head away from me.
“Stay still,” I say. I’m careful taking hold of her chin and turning her face to mine. “You have to understand I didn’t tell him to do this to you. He wasn’t supposed to hurt you.”
“Just hunt me down and take me captive,” she spits out.
“You are mywife. This is where you belong.”
“I am my own person.Idecide where I belong.”
I grit my teeth. Her stubbornness never ends. “If you promise to obey, I will uncuff you.”
She says nothing, screwing her mouth shut tight. A sigh heaves out of me.
