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ChapterSixteen
JUNE
Ijump out of my skin as Marcello throws the door open, slamming it against the bedroom wall. Sitting up completely straight, I stare at him with wide, terrified eyes until he finally speaks.
“How the fuck did you get into my office? Who did you call?” he barks, remaining in the doorway with rage written all over his face.
He already knows I escaped and called my mom. How the hell did he find out so easily? I thought I was so careful about keeping his office as I left it.
My heart is pounding out of my chest, and I feel as if I’m about to throw up. I know better than to lie to him at this point. There’s no keeping secrets from him. I might as well confess.
“I picked the lock on the sliding door and walked along the ledge to get onto the shed. I’m so sorry, Marcello. I promise that the only person I called was my mother!” I cry out.
“Yeah? Because I saw that you also tried to call emergency services, and for your own safety, that number is blocked. So, do you want to try that confession again? You were so close to having it perfectly,” he replies with wrathful anger.
Should I fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness? Does he want me to plead with him? I wish he would just kill me already. I’m so fucking tired of all of this.
“I called them first, but then the call didn’t go through, so I hung up. All I told my mom was that I had lost my passport and that I’d be in Italy longer than I had planned. I just needed to make sure that she wasn’t going to freak out if I didn’t come home on time,” I confess, ready to fall to the floor and grovel if necessary.
He approaches the bedside where I’m sitting on my knees, tears forming in my eyes as I fear the worst. Maybe he won’t kill me; he’ll just torture me. I can’t believe I ever thought I wanted this man in my life. So much time I spent thinking about him was wasted.
As he draws closer, my fear grips me so hard that I swear it could stop my heart entirely. I want to sprint away, run straight through the glass door to freedom, even if it means I have to climb the wall. Why didn’t I just do that? What the hell is wrong with me?
“I’m not sure if I believe you,” he growls, reaching behind my head and gripping my hair by the roots.
My terror has reached a whole new level, a depth of fear that I could never have imagined. He pulls my head back so that I’m forced to look straight into his eyes, and the tension on my hair causes tears to run down my cheeks.
“I’m so sorry. I promise you that I only called my mother. I lied to her about my passport, that’s it! I just didn’t want her to freak out! That’s the best thing I could have done for you!” I cry, struggling to control my voice as it wavers from my panic.
He glares down at me, prolonging his silence in order to scare me even worse. It’s working, and I wonder if crying will help my case or elicit some empathy from him. It’s all I can do at this point.
“Do you really understand what you’re doing here? I’m keeping you under my protection. If you interfere with that, you’re putting yourself at risk. You’re goddamn lucky that the call to the police didn’t go through,” he says, refusing to break eye contact with me.
He wants to stare into my soul, and he won’t let me look away until he’s broken me.
“I’m so sorry. I understand, really,” I stammer as tears run down my cheeks. I can’t hold them back anymore. Everything is too much for me right now.
“If you try some shit like that again, you’re going to put my entire operation at risk. Do you understand? This is far bigger than you, girl. You’ll suffer like you could never believe if you fuck this up for me.”
I want to collapse to the floor to weep at his feet for forgiveness. I realize now that what I’ve done is incredibly stupid. I should have just let my mother worry until she contacted my former job. Then, they could have at least figured out together that I had been kidnapped.
Now, my mother has no reason to worry about me at all.
I can’t believe how fucked I am.
“Do you know that you belong to me?” he says in a low, raspy voice. “Is that something that you can learn to live with?”
I begin to sob, and his grip on my hair lessens a bit. Perhaps my tears are good for something. Maybe they can make him human again.
“You’re such a stupid little bitch,” he continues, leaning closer to me until our faces are inches apart.
There’s no way.
Would he?
He brings my face to his and kisses me deeply and intentionally as if my lips are those of a woman he’s loved for his entire life. My whole body turns hot, and my chest feels as if it’s going to explode. In all of the fantasies I’ve had of him since we had sex, I was never, ever able to access a feeling like this.
His tongue enters my mouth, and I moan without a second thought. The taste of his mouth on mine is intoxicating, just as I remember from so many years ago.
