"Dominic Romano. I've been expecting you." My voice is cold and dark. I stand in his bedroom. It's pitch black in here. My knife is cold against my hand. The gun strapped to my leg is calling me. I can't. He needs to suffer.
My husband was shot in f...
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Trigger warnings: rape
Damn. My back. Note to self don't fall asleep on this fucking couch. Dante was under me and moved too. I groan standing up and walking off to my room. I had to go into the office again today. I had meetings that were very important.
My car was cold when I got in. I need coffee. The line for the drive thru was so long. My music was blasting as I waited for my coffee.
"Morning Ms carter. There are some people waiting for you in conference room 3." The receptionist tells me as I walk in. People this early? No thanks.
I walk to the elevator and head to my office. I need a drink before I see anyone. Dante and I haven't been able to have any time together alone in weeks. I miss my club. I used to dance but haven't in what feels like forever.
The first thing I see opening the door is Dominic sitting at my desk. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask and walk to my bar. I take out a bottle of vodka and chug half of it.
"Damn you know how to put it back." He says stand walking in my direction. I wasn't even feeling tipsy, but I need to get to that meeting.
"Sorry would love to hang, but I'm busy." I lock the bar up and head to the conference room. The guard nods at me then opens the door. Gabriele Romano. Dominic's father. He had business with me for a few years then his son took over and I stopped working with them. "Well, Gabe, long time no see. How's the wife?" I smile at him and take my seat.
"Well my dear it's nice to see you. She misses your fun weekends." He passes me a file. Dominic wanders into the room and sees me with the folder.
His brows furrowed, "What is she doing with that?" He looks at his dad. Gabe is very uninterested with his son.
"Back to business, the mafia needs them to take over a small Italian mafia that tried to steal from up. My son didn't know how to handle your sass enough to make business." He looks over at his son. This comment make my smirk grow.
"Er hat Glück, dass er süß ist," I smile at Gabe. (German: He is luck he is cute)
"That is very true my dear." He laughs. We finish making the deal and I go back to my office. I want to go clubbing.
I walk into my closet and look for something red, my favorite color.
(The dress she picked)
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This dress was one of my favorites. SHIT!! The mafia ball is like in two days. I need a gown. I'll get Vera to get me one.
Time have fun!
...At the club..
I lost count of the number of shots I have had. I'm feeling happy and free. I'm really drunk. I dance swaying my hips to the music. Two big hands grab my waist and the smell of cheap cologne feels my senses.
"Hey baby, wanna have some fun?" He tries to whisper seductively. He fails. I'm grossed out and want another drink.
"No thanks, I'm having fun." I walk back to the bar. "I'm back! Can I have martini this time, Luca?" Luca is the bartender that has been serving me. He is cute. He has curly hair and one green eye and a brown one. They are really pretty.
"Sure love," his Australian accent slips out. It was hot. If I wasn't married, I would sleep with him.
"Can I get your number for my friend? I would totally get it for myself but I'm happily married," I look at him with innocent eyes. He smiled, it was breathtaking. He handed me my drink and took ny purse to put his number inside it. I gave him my purse to hold onto and call Dante when it's late.
I sit on the bar stool, taking slow sips of my drink. The smell from earlier was back. He puts his hand on my thigh. Disgusting. I go to take another sip of my drink when he talks. "Come on baby. Let's have some fun together." He won't leave me alone.
"No thanks in having enough fun on my own." I down the rest on my drink. I stand up but start to feel dizzy. I grab my head and put a hand out to grab the bar. The man stands and grabs my waist. I feel him leading me away. I want to fight back but can't. The cold night air touches my face. He must have lead me outside.
The man drugged me. He pushed me against the wall and starts kissing me. He kissed my neck. I have tears streaming down my face. He forces me to the ground and pushes himself inside me. My limbs are weak and unable to move. He grunts until he finishes inside of me. The man gets up and stabs me in the side. Fucking hell.
I need help. I can't scream. My voice is stuck inside my head. The back door opens and closes. He left me here to die. Footsteps approach. I thought he went inside? "OMG! Andy, let me call for help!" Luca bends down to me and calls for an ambulance. He held me in his arms until the paramedics strapped me to a gurney. "I will call your husband," he lets go of my hand.
Come back! I don't want to be alone! Dante hurry.
My voice was stuck. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. The medics try and talk but their voices are starting to go very blurry. Spots take my vision. Blackness surrounded me.
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