Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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Steve started flicking through my phone as my chest heaved in and out in fear. "Look at all these text messages," Steve said quietly. "Babe, where are you? Babe, why aren't you answering? Are you okay?" He screamed angrily, throwing a plate on the floor and I watched my life flash before my eyes.

"And then there's the older messages, too," said Steve. "I bet you look stunning babe, I can't wait to see you."

Steve started punching the cabinets until his knuckles were sore, swollen and bloody. "I'll kill the bastard!" he screamed.

"He hasn't done anything!" I cried. "Steve, you're scaring me!"

"Ain't no 'friend' talking to my fucking wife like that," Steve roared. "You've been seeing him behind my back!"

"He's just a friend!" I sobbed. By now I was so frightened, I had no idea what was going to happen next.

Steve grabbed my arm aggressively, making me jolt back in shock.

"How do you explain these text messages?!" he demanded.

I remained silent. I didn't want to say something that could warrant more abuse from Steve; I didn't want to dig my own grave. I was terrified. Steve drew through his breath, like it was taking him all he had not to kill me right here.

"Are you fucking him?" Steve asked quietly.

I pushed him off in rage. "No!" I shouted.

Steve knocked my wine glass to the floor and grabbed me by my neck, so tightly it was hard for me to breathe.

"ARE YOU FUCKING HIM?!" Steve roared.

I sobbed uncontrollably as he let go of my neck and I gasped for air. He threw me to the floor aggressively and started punching me repeatedly. I could feel my surroundings go blurry, I felt so fucking dizzy. I'd never felt pain like this in my entire life.

Being dead would be better than living a life like this. I never felt any glimmer of hope, never saw any light at the end of the tunnel. All I could see in front of me was a miserable life... and that's not a life that I wanted to live.

"You need to be taught a lesson for playing with my feelings," Steve said quietly.

He kissed my cheek softly and then slapped my face to the side, as my hair drenched in wine. His voice was soft.

"So beautiful..." Steve moaned. "Yet such a fucking trashy whore."

The monster in him came back to the surface, as he stood on his two feet and started kicking my belly as I wailed in pain.

"This will teach you who the fucking boss is!" Steve screamed. "How could you do this to me?!"

He smashed my head against the floor and I felt so dizzy it was like I was stepping in and out of unconsciousness. By now, I was crying and bleeding uncontrollably. He punched me repeatedly and then squeezed my face in his hands, kissing my mouth.

"Oh Linda..." he moaned.

§ STEVE §

I spat on her face, and then walked out of the room with her phone still in my hands.

I pulled out Matthew's name from her contacts, and then opened the keypad to write him a message.

"You won't be seeing Linda again."