Brielle is engaged to marry a horrible man who doesn't treat her well, so one day she decides to run away but what happens when she witnesses something she wasn't suppose to in an alley, and is forced to work for Italian mafia king Lorenzo De Luca.
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I wake up in my bed alone yet again, my fiancée no where to be found. He probably stayed out all night again with work friends.
Or a woman.
I get up out of bed and head to the bathroom to get dress for the day even though I have nothing to do today considering I'm not really allowed outside the apartment.
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I get dressed after my shower and head over to the mirror so I can do my hair and makeup, I chose a simple look today it's cute and it covers enough skin just so James doesn't get mad again.
The last time I wore something that showed "to much skin" according to James a few guys were checking me out and it made James really mad so when we got home that night he took his anger out on me by pushing me to the wall and punching me in my stomach as well as in choking me.
He apologized after that saying he didn't mean to and that he didn't know what got into him, I forgave him but after that day I never really wore anything that wasn't oversized and I always flinch when he touches me but I try to stop because it only angers him.
I know what you are thinking, "Why is she still with the man?" Well James has been with me through alot like the death of my parents, and he wasn't always like this.
I mean he could be controlling and overprotective but never violent I have no idea what has gotten into him honestly.
I am soon pulled out of my thoughts by James walking in our room looking like a mess his suit is rinkled his brown wavy hair is now a mess and his shoes are in his hands and he rinks of alcohol.
"Hey." I say to him as I put my blonde hair up into a messy bun.
He looks over at me and then closes his eyes as he puts his hands on his head.
"So loud Bri." He groans as he flops on the bed on his back.
I look at him trying my hardest not to cry when I see the hickey on his neck, and the leftover lipstick that was left from whoevers mouth it was.
"I will go make you breakfast."
"No I'm good, just let me sleep." He says while making a shoo movement with his hand.
So with that I left our room while going to make me a glass of coffee, I am thinking about going out today because I know for a fact that James will be asleep most of the day so I won't have to worry about him finding out and getting mad.
So after I finish my coffee I put my shoes on and leave the apartment, I don't have a car and I refuse to drive James's because he would only get mad and he most likely had whatever lady friend in there last night as well.
