THEIR DOLL 🔞

MY WOMAN

MARCO'S POV

I look at my beautiful wife, trying hard not to cry in front of me, but the day she asked me to never leave her again, she gave me the key to her eyes which reflect truth. She is hurt, angry; this is better. She shouldn’t be broken – like me.

The first time I saw life was in her eyes after these eleven years, and I will not be the person to take that life away from her.

I will do anything in my best to keep her safe. My enmity is with her father, and I will make sure that man begs for my mercy and begs me to kill him as soon as possible.

I see her doe dark brown eyes shimmer with tears in the darkness of the car. For a long moment, no one spoke another word; I just kept looking into her eyes, wanting to hear her lash at me.

“Those girls we shared weren’t my wife, Oddy,” I said, and before I could stop the name Oddy, it rolled out of my tongue, surprising me.

Oddy… The little girl who held my hand when people were disgusted to stand beside me, the girl who let me play with her when everyone insulted, the girl who called herself my friend, the girl who wiped my tears… I see her in my wife, in Odette.

Is it possible that our doll is Odette? No, it can’t be. Odette was raised behind the closed door, and the enmity between the Italian and French mafia was so bad those days that they would have killed each other right then and there.

Shaking off those thoughts, I look at my wife again. She is confused. “Wha… What do you mean, Marco?” she asked, pleading for the truth which wouldn’t hurt her.

I almost wanted to laugh because there is no such truth which wouldn’t hurt. It hurts, and that’s why I like to hear the truth. Whether in business or in my personal life, I hate lies and I torture liars, enjoying blood-curling screams as they choke.

“I mean what I said, Oddy,” I tell her seriously, pressing my words to show her how truthful I am.

“You are my wife… Mine, and I will be damned if I share you with anyone, hell not even with my brother with whom I shared every woman I slept with,” I tell her, looking into her teary eyes.

“Y… you will choose me over your brother?” Odette asked, with her lip quivering as she hugged herself tightly, trying to find comfort.

“I will choose you first, but I guess you know blood is always thicker than water, baby, especially in the mafia. I just hope you don’t get yourself in trouble from which I can’t save you,” I tell her, looking into her eyes, giving a slight warning beforehand.

This wedding might be our path to revenge, but I will make sure Odette doesn’t get hurt in any way. After we get what we want, I will let her free. Away from me, away from the danger around me.

I can’t risk her life again. I wanted to run to her to see if she was hurt when that bastard Chan tried to grow balls to go behind my woman. I didn’t give him a painless death but the worst.

~Flashback~

“How did you find out about where and when she was leaving?” I ask him, stalking him around as he was whimpering pathetically like a dog struck in a storm.

“Please… Please, Marco, let me go. I swear I will never turn back to your lands,” Chan begs, choking on blood, making me smirk evilly.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, how shameful of you, Chan, the Chinese mafia boss, the drug dealer, women trafficker, illegal weapon industry owner… and whatnot! You are begging me to free you just after thirty minutes of fun my boys had with you?” I chuckle, throwing my head behind.

His hands are tied up to the ceiling with the help of extended rods and ropes specially for torturing my enemies, and he became my worst enemy from my alley by going after my woman, my Odette.

“I didn’t start my game yet, Chan. You know how mad I get if I don’t get to play my game,” I tell, mocking him, enjoying his every cry of agony.

“Please, I beg you. I will send all the women we have taken from Italy for our sex clubs. Please leave me,” Chan begged, his eyes disgustingly bruised, his jaw broken, with a bleeding nose. He doesn’t look any better than a bleeding pig.

“Hmmm, quiet and impressive offer, but don’t you think I can take anything to everything when I kill you?” I ask him, raising my eyebrows.

“Please, I beg you,” the man who was honored with the mafia throne kept begging and pleading for his life, making me enjoy his execution more than anything.

“Tsk, tsk, there is no mercy when you play with the devil, Chan, not when I am my own demon,” I state, taking a last look at his bloody face.

“What was the game?” I hum as if I forgot.

Draco chuckled as he raised his eyebrows, knowing very well I am taking my time playing with the man who tried to hurt my woman. Mine.

“I guess it’s fire or water, boss,” he tells, smiling cunningly at Chan, making his eyes widen as big as saucers.

“Hmmm, but it’s kind of an easy death for people who tried to go behind my back to get my woman, Draco,” I state, humming a mindless tune while stalking Chan.

“Get me a bucket,” I order, and one of my guards rushed out to get one.

“Hang this bastard upside down,” I order, and they oblige as I asked.

They tied Chan's legs together and hanged him to the same rod, and he started struggling, trying to free himself, but it isn’t possible. If he freed himself successfully, I would like to hunt him as an animal, and I know I will enjoy every second of it.

“What are you doing?”

“Please leave me.”

“I swear I will never think about going behind your back.”

“Please forgive me.”

The pathetic cries of him were fucking music to my ears, and I can feel my adrenaline pumping in my blood due to the excitement of thinking about the new way of killing I am going to start with him.

“Pocket knife,” I order, and Draco throws it towards me, and I catch it gracefully without even turning around.

I kick the bucket as it stays right below Chan's head, and I smile at him evilly, looking into his eyes.

I stab the knife right into his throat, and blood splatters all over my face, but I didn’t flinch. He chokes and coughs with the small knife still in his throat as blood runs out from him as if someone opened the tap.

I let the bucket fill with his blood, holding his head upright. He is still alive. It will take only a few more minutes for him to leave his body painfully, but I am not going to give him that time.

I gestured with my hand, understanding what I was asking, one of my boys lowered the rope, and Chan's head was dunked in his own blood. Whimpering and choking in his own blood, gasping for air, he struggled for two minutes before dying as he deserved.

“Whoever tries to go behind my woman, make sure they die in their own blood, then burn them before throwing their ashes in the Mediterranean,” I stated before leaving the dungeon, knowing very well that Draco will make sure to do whatever I said with Chan’s body.

No one dares to touch my woman, my woman!

~Present~

My woman?!

Why the fuck did I even think that?! No, she isn’t emotionally but professionally. She is now Odette Marco de Luca – because she is carrying my name, it’s my responsibility to protect her. Then I will leave her to let her live her own life, but all my reasons for pushing her away vanished when her soft rose petals like lips smashed on my own, taking my soul little by little through the magical kiss – just as in those fairy tales my mom used to read to me when I was a kid.

A/N: edited