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Carla jerks back and takes a step away. She knows she is going to incur my wrath.
“You fucking cunt. Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”
“I did nothing wrong, Gio. You brought one of your little whores into a home we are going to raise a family in.” She’s quivering in fear.
“Are you fucking deranged, woman? We are not engaged! We will not be raising a family together anywhere! EVER,” I scream.
“Our fathers have a contract, and we are getting married. I won’t take no for an answer.”
I place my nose, almost touching hers, and scream in her face. “The contract was never signed.”
She’s a stubborn cunt and so un-fucking-believable.
This woman’s head is in the clouds.
Snatching her by the throat, I shove her against the door, and the back of her head hits the wall. I have never abused a woman before, but to protect my family, I will throw my moral compass out the fucking window. Everly is my family. I’ve already killed for her, and I will do it again if I need to.
I have been dreaming all week that my seed took and that she is several days pregnant with my baby. I know it’s too early to tell, but it’s a possibility. I was giving her time to heal and trying to show her that our relationship is more than just sex. I want her to be my partner, my wife, and my queen. I hoped I could come clean about my business soon. If she cares about me enough, maybe she will overlook that I’m a violent criminal.
“You listen and you listen fucking well. You stay away from me, and you stay away from Everly. I don’t want you. I have never wanted you, and I will never want you. For you to walk in here and put your fake tits in my face and your fake nails on my skin makes me sick to my stomach. You will never be the woman that she is.” I let go of her throat, and she gasps for air, sliding down onto the floor. She’s smart enough to stay the fuck down and stay quiet, but that only lasts for a few seconds.
“Marcello, get her the fuck out of my sight while I go check on my wife.”
“Got it, G.” For all of Marcello’s joking around, I know he will remove Carla from the property. He likes Everly and hates Carla. Calls her a viper. He plays too much, but he’s loyal not just to me but to my wife. I would do the same for him.
Carla is yelling at my back. “Wife? That whore can’t be your wife, Gio. That’s my place. Why would you want that slut when you can have me?”
Rolling my eyes as I walk away, going to find Everly, I don’t understand what’s happening with Carla. I don’t know if she’s mentally ill or just in denial, but this woman is out of touch with reality. I’m going to make sure security keeps her off the property and away from Everly.
Then I hear her ask Marcello, “What the hell does he mean, wife?”
I don’t have time to listen to his answer because I know that any trust that I’ve built between Everly and me has been destroyed, and I’m back at square one.
When I make it up to our room, Everly is nowhere to be found. Drawers are open, and clothing is hanging half in and half out of them. She’s thrown her things around the room as if she had left in a hurry. I check the bathroom and find it much the same way. I look throughout the house, even calling her cell phone. I hear it ring behind me. It’s laying on the nightstand on her side of the bed. I drop my head back and close my eyes as dread fills me. Everly saw Carla all over me, and I was so shocked by her appearance that I froze in disbelief.
Everly didn’t give me a chance to explain before she ran off, and now I’m pissed. I was seething with Carla’s antics, but I don’t care about her. Everly running hurts. She doesn’t know what I’m capable of. I warned her. No more Mister nice guy. No more handling her with kid gloves.
She wants to keep running away from me? I will show her what happens when she tries.
Everly
When I get back to the city, I know I can’t go near any of the places that Gio knows about. I am desperate for money. I have to find money to eat, to survive, to run. I am not a person who takes things that don’t belong to me, but I’m tired, and I know what it’s like to have an empty stomach for days. I have to make some hard choices to survive.
Gio didn’t owe me anything, and I am grateful that he gave me food and a warm place to sleep, but I can’t be the other woman. A homewrecker. I just can’t live with myself doing that to another woman, even if her fiancé is a low-life cheating bastard.
As I meander down the sidewalk, I look for a target. A guy is walking toward me dressed in a business suit, carrying a briefcase. He’s wearing an expensive watch and seems distracted. I deem him the unlucky guy. I’ve never done this before, but my survival instinct kicks in. As he continues to walk toward me, he’s looking down at his phone, and I decide now is the time. I bump into him.
“Oh, my gosh. I am so sorry, sir. I am such a klutz.” Snatching his wallet without him noticing, I shove it into my pocket and help him pick up his dropped brief case.
The poor guy looks up and smiles. “It’s alright. No worries.” He gets his briefcase and walks away. I feel guilty even though I can tell by the way he’s dressed and the watch on his wrist that he won’t miss it. I need the money more than he does, so I push the guilt aside.
Closing my eyes, saying a silent prayer, I hope there is some cash in it. Opening it up, a smile crosses my face as I see a stack of bills. Counting them out, it’s over two thousand dollars. Who the hell keeps that much cash in their wallet? That’s just asking to get robbed.
There are several credit cards and the guy’s ID. I decide to keep it, and when I’m able, I will pay the man the money back by sending it to the address on the ID, and I will return his wallet. Hopefully, knowing that I am going to repay him will assuage some of the guilt that I feel for stealing. I shove the guilt away and find the nearest bus station.
Going to buy a ticket, I look at the schedule, trying to decide where to go next. I decide on a place that’s four hours away. It’s a big city, and I’m hoping that I can get lost in it amongst the many people. There will also be a lot more job opportunities than if I pick a small town.
Going up to the window to buy a ticket, I smile at the clerk and make my purchase. She informs me that the bus doesn’t leave for another two hours. I settle on a bench and wait. Placing the leftover cash and the man’s wallet into my duffle bag, I get comfortable.
