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Chapter Nine

Lunch has felt awkward and stiff. I couldn’t stop thinking about what my mother had said to me, and whatever my father and Dominic had talked about hadn’t left either of them in a good mood.

“I need a drink,” Dominic said. He immediately poured himself a scotch the second that we got into the car.

I raised a brow as I watched him down one scotch and pour himself another. “What did you and my father talk about?” I asked.

Dominic raised a brow and took a sip of his second drink. “Weren’t you ever told not to ask questions?”

I felt my shoulders tense. “I’m just trying to make conversation,” I said. I didn’t know how to talk to the man that I was married to. Except for the fact that we both grew up in mob families, neither of us had anything in common.

“I don’t need conversation from you,” he snapped. “Weren’t you bred to sit still and look pretty?”

I felt my jaw snap shut with such force that I was surprised that I hadn’t cracked a tooth. I wanted to tell Dominic to go to hell, but my tongue felt as though it were stuck to the roof of my mouth.

I couldn’t stop replaying the words that my mother had spoken to me. She made it clear that she wanted me to find out information that would help bring Dominic and the Blanchi family down, and I wondered if it was something that I should be doing.

“When do you start classes?” Dominic asked.

“What?” I turned to look at him, shocked that he was talking to me. He hadn’t said much to me directly over the last few months, so the fact that he was now talking to me, and asking me about something, was shocking.

“When do you start classes?” he asked.

“Tomorrow,” I told him. “I created my schedule so that I would only have classes on Monday and Wednesday, and I can do homework on Tuesday and Thursday.” In truth, I hadn’t wanted to take advantage of what I had perceived as Dominic’s good will. I worried that after the frat party fiasco he might not be happy with me going to school.

Dominic didn’t say anything, and for a moment, I worried that he wasn’t going to let me go. I felt the pit of despair that my mother put into my stomach.

“I’ll make sure that you have a driver,” he said.

I breathed a sigh of relief. “I was just going to take the subway,” I said. “I mapped out a route, and I can get to campus in thirty minutes.”

I was talking quickly, but I didn’t want to give Dominic too much time to consider not allowing me to go to class. I hadn’t wanted to marry him, but I couldn’t ignore that there was a freedom in my marriage that I wasn’t going to get when I returned home.

“I’ll assign one of my men to drive you,” he said once more.

I bit the inside of my lip trying to keep my frustration at bay. “I already told you…” I started.

Dominic turned his dark eyes on me. “This isn’t negotiable,” he said.

“You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks, and now, you want to dictate how I get to class?” I asked, incredulously.

“You’re my wife,” he said.

I rolled my eyes, another trait that my mother would absolutely abhor. “We both know that this isn’t a real marriage. Me being in school will give you the freedom to do whatever you want without me hanging around.”

All of the stress of the last few days was starting to overtake me. Between the way Dominic treated me, and my mother’s words, I felt like a bottle of champagne that had been shaken up.

I pulled a hand through my hair. “I’ve got school covered. You don’t need to worry about me going to another party. I learned my lesson.” I spit the words out with hatred as I remembered the way that Dominic has punished me.

I resumed looking out of the window, assuming that Dominic would simply let things go. I was wrong.

I felt the tight squeeze of Dominic’s fingers as he grabbed around my jaw and wrenched my head towards him. “Don’t fucking turn away from me,” he sneered.

My eyes widened as I looked at him. Dominic always seemed to be angry, but there was something about him that made me quake slightly. I tried not to allow my fear to show too much. Dominic seemed to get off on my fear.

I remembered what my mother had said about men like him wanting my innocence, and it only served to make me more angry. I was so tired of people taking advantage of me because they saw me as an easy target.

I wrenched my face out of his hands.

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