Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

8

"You're going out dressed like that to see friends?" Steve asked calmly. "You're only allowed to dress like that for me." He said this assertively, like it was a statement, and he wanted me to get changed straight away without any arguments.

"Babe, it's just clothes..." I tried. "I can't go to a bar wearing a tracky..."

I knew he wouldn't listen, but I was so tired of him pushing me around. I don't know what came over me. How stupid would it look if all my friends were glammed up and I came to the bar wearing baggy jeans and a sweater?

Steve's anger started to boil, and I immediately started regretting what I said. I wrapped my arms around my chest, trying to disguise how much I was trembling at this point.

"Don't answer me back babe, just change your fucking clothes," Steve hissed. "You look like a slag, and I don't want no man looking at my property."

I swallowed. "But if you know I'm yours, why be so worried about my clothes? I'm not hooking up with anyone, I need a night out, I haven't had one in so long..."

"Listen to me or you're fucking going nowhere and staying with me for the night," Steve shouted.

Steve took steps closer to me and I backed away, terrified. He grabbed me aggressively, kissing my mouth and groping my breasts. The kiss was so hard, I could feel my lip cut and start bleeding. I started struggling, and wriggled free from his grasp, wiping the blood and saliva from my mouth.

"Steve, I love you, but you can't control me," I pleaded. "I want to go out with my friends."

Steve's anger really started to boil and he grabbed me aggressively, unzipping my dress from the back.

"Steve, please!" I cried. "Stop it, you're hurting me."

"From the day you married me, you became my property and you do as I say," Steve yelled. "You can't leave me and you can't say the word no to me. Now relax and let me do what I'm doing, I've had a stressful day and I need some relief."

He leaned in to kiss my shoulder and tears started pricking in my eyes, smudging my makeup. I was trying my best not to break down in sobs. Steve tore the sleeve off from my dress and by now, I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I was pleading with God in my head to get me out of this situation. I was pleading with God that Steve wouldn't rape me.